Анна Кареніна

Chapter 12

           

           Allthelongdayoftoilhadleftnotraceinthembutlightnessofheart.Beforetheearlydawnallwashushed.Nothingwastobeheardbutthenightsoundsofthefrogsthatneverceasedinthemarsh,andthehorsessnortinginthemistthatroseoverthemeadowbeforethemorning.Rousinghimself,Levingotupfromthehaycock,andlookingatthestars,hesawthatthenightwasover.

           “Well,whatamIgoingtodo?HowamItosetaboutit?”hesaidtohimself,tryingtoexpresstohimselfallthethoughtsandfeelingshehadpassedthroughinthatbriefnight.Allthethoughtsandfeelingshehadpassedthroughfellintothreeseparatetrainsofthought.Onewastherenunciationofhisoldlife,ofhisutterlyuselesseducation.Thisrenunciationgavehimsatisfaction,andwaseasyandsimple.Anotherseriesofthoughtsandmentalimagesrelatedtothelifehelongedtolivenow.Thesimplicity,thepurity,thesanityofthislifehefeltclearly,andhewasconvincedhewouldfindinitthecontent,thepeace,andthedignity,ofthelackofwhichhewassomiserablyconscious.Butathirdseriesofideasturneduponthequestionhowtoeffectthistransitionfromtheoldlifetothenew.Andtherenothingtookclearshapeforhim.“Haveawife?Haveworkandthenecessityofwork?LeavePokrovskoe?Buyland?Becomeamemberofapeasantcommunity?Marryapeasantgirl?HowamItosetaboutit?”heaskedhimselfagain,andcouldnotfindananswer.“Ihaven’tsleptallnight,though,andIcan’tthinkitoutclearly,”hesaidtohimself.“I’llworkitoutlater.

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