Анна Кареніна

Chapter 9

           

           “Wherearethey?”

           “Inthestudy.”

           Passingthroughthedining-room,aroomnotverylarge,withdark,paneledwalls,StepanArkadyevitchandLevinwalkedoverthesoftcarpettothehalf-darkstudy,lightedupbyasinglelampwithabigdarkshade.Anotherlampwithareflectorwashangingonthewall,lightingupabigfull-lengthportraitofawoman,whichLevincouldnothelplookingat.ItwastheportraitofAnna,paintedinItalybyMihailov.WhileStepanArkadyevitchwentbehindthetreillage,andtheman’svoicewhichhadbeenspeakingpaused,Levingazedattheportrait,whichstoodoutfromtheframeinthebrilliantlightthrownonit,andhecouldnottearhimselfawayfromit.Hepositivelyforgotwherehewas,andnotevenhearingwhatwassaid,hecouldnottakehiseyesoffthemarvelousportrait.Itwasnotapicture,butaliving,charmingwoman,withblackcurlinghair,withbarearmsandshoulders,withapensivesmileonthelips,coveredwithsoftdown;triumphantlyandsoftlyshelookedathimwitheyesthatbaffledhim.Shewasnotlivingonlybecauseshewasmorebeautifulthanalivingwomancanbe.

           “Iamdelighted!”Heheardsuddenlynearhimavoice,unmistakablyaddressinghim,thevoiceoftheverywomanhehadbeenadmiringintheportrait.Annahadcomefrombehindthetreillagetomeethim,andLevinsawinthedimlightofthestudytheverywomanoftheportrait,inadarkblueshotgown,notinthesamepositionnorwiththesameexpression,butwiththesameperfectionofbeautywhichtheartisthadcaughtintheportrait

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