Анна Кареніна

Chapter 16

           

           “Andallthis,what’sitfor?Whatistocomeofitall?ThatI’mwastingmylife,neverhavingamoment’speace,eitherwithchild,ornursingachild,foreverirritable,peevish,wretchedmyselfandworryingothers,repulsivetomyhusband,whilethechildrenaregrowingupunhappy,badlyeducated,andpenniless.Evennow,ifitweren’tforspendingthesummerattheLevins’,Idon’tknowhowweshouldbemanagingtolive.OfcourseKostyaandKittyhavesomuchtactthatwedon’tfeelit;butitcan’tgoon.They’llhavechildren,theywon’tbeabletokeepus;it’sadragonthemasitis.Howispapa,whohashardlyanythingleftforhimself,tohelpus?SothatIcan’tevenbringthechildrenupbymyself,andmayfindithardwiththehelpofotherpeople,atthecostofhumiliation.Why,evenifwesupposethegreatestgoodluck,thatthechildrendon’tdie,andIbringthemupsomehow.Attheverybestthey’llsimplybedecentpeople.That’sallIcanhopefor.Andtogainsimplythatwhatagonies,whattoil!...One’swholeliferuined!”Againsherecalledwhattheyoungpeasantwomanhadsaid,andagainshewasrevoltedatthethought;butshecouldnothelpadmittingthattherewasagrainofbrutaltruthinthewords.

           “Isitfarnow,Mihail?”DaryaAlexandrovnaaskedthecounting-houseclerk,toturnhermindfromthoughtsthatwerefrighteningher.

           “Fromthisvillage,theysay,it’sfivemiles.”Thecarriagedrovealongthevillagestreetandontoabridge.

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