Анна Кареніна

Chapter 11

           

           “It’sahighrent;itwouldn’tpayPlaton,KonstantinDmitrievitch,”answeredthepeasant,pickingtheearsoffhissweat-drenchedshirt.

           “ButhowdoesKirillovmakeitpay?”

           “Mituh!”(sothepeasantcalledthehouseporter,inatoneofcontempt),“youmaybesurehe’llmakeitpay,KonstantinDmitrievitch!He’llgethisshare,howeverhehastosqueezetogetit!He’snomercyonaChristian.ButUncleFokanitch”(sohecalledtheoldpeasantPlaton),“doyousupposehe’dflaytheskinoffaman?Wherethere’sdebt,he’llletanyoneoff.Andhe’llnotwringthelastpennyout.He’samantoo.”

           “Butwhywillheletanyoneoff?”

           “Oh,well,ofcourse,folksaredifferent.Onemanlivesforhisownwantsandnothingelse,likeMituh,heonlythinksoffillinghisbelly,butFokanitchisarighteousman.Helivesforhissoul.HedoesnotforgetGod.”

           “HowthinksofGod?Howdoesheliveforhissoul?”Levinalmostshouted.

           “Why,tobesure,intruth,inGod’sway.Folksaredifferent.Takeyounow,youwouldn’twrongaman....”

           “Yes,yes,good-bye!”saidLevin,breathlesswithexcitement,andturningroundhetookhisstickandwalkedquicklyawaytowardshome.Atthepeasant’swordsthatFokanitchlivedforhissoul,intruth,inGod’sway,undefinedbutsignificantideasseemedtoburstoutasthoughtheyhadbeenlockedup,andallstrivingtowardsonegoal,theythrongedwhirlingthroughhishead,blindinghimwiththeirlight.

           

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