Chapter 24

           

           “Yes,thereissomethinginmehateful,repulsive,”thoughtLevin,ashecameawayfromtheShtcherbatskys’,andwalkedinthedirectionofhisbrother’slodgings.“AndIdon’tgetonwithotherpeople.Pride,theysay.No,Ihavenopride.IfIhadanypride,Ishouldnothaveputmyselfinsuchaposition.”AndhepicturedtohimselfVronsky,happy,good-natured,clever,andself-possessed,certainlyneverplacedintheawfulpositioninwhichhehadbeenthatevening.“Yes,shewasboundtochoosehim.Soithadtobe,andIcannotcomplainofanyoneoranything.Iammyselftoblame.WhatrighthadItoimagineshewouldcaretojoinherlifetomine?WhoamIandwhatamI?Anobody,notwantedbyanyone,norofusetoanybody.”AndherecalledhisbrotherNikolay,anddweltwithpleasureonthethoughtofhim.“Isn’therightthateverythingintheworldisbaseandloathsome?AndarewefairinourjudgmentofbrotherNikolay?Ofcourse,fromthepointofviewofProkofy,seeinghiminatorncloakandtipsy,he’sadespicableperson.ButIknowhimdifferently.Iknowhissoul,andknowthatwearelikehim.AndI,insteadofgoingtoseekhimout,wentouttodinner,andcamehere.”Levinwalkeduptoalamppost,readhisbrother’saddress,whichwasinhispocketbook,andcalledasledge.Allthelongwaytohisbrother’s,LevinvividlyrecalledallthefactsfamiliartohimofhisbrotherNikolay’slife.

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