Анна Кареніна

Chapter 2

           That’sbad!There’ssomethingcommon,vulgar,inflirtingwithone’sgoverness.Butwhatagoverness!”(HevividlyrecalledtheroguishblackeyesofMlle.Rolandandhersmile.)“Butafterall,whileshewasinthehouse,Ikeptmyselfinhand.Andtheworstofitallisthatshe’salready...itseemsasifill-luckwouldhaveitso!Oh,oh!Butwhat,whatistobedone?”

           Therewasnosolution,butthatuniversalsolutionwhichlifegivestoallquestions,eventhemostcomplexandinsoluble.Thatansweris:onemustliveintheneedsofthedaythatis,forgetoneself.Toforgethimselfinsleepwasimpossiblenow,atleasttillnighttime;hecouldnotgobacknowtothemusicsungbythedecanter-women;sohemustforgethimselfinthedreamofdailylife.

           “Thenweshallsee,”StepanArkadyevitchsaidtohimself,andgettingupheputonagraydressing-gownlinedwithbluesilk,tiedthetasselsinaknot,and,drawingadeepbreathofairintohisbroad,barechest,hewalkedtothewindowwithhisusualconfidentstep,turningouthisfeetthatcarriedhisfullframesoeasily.Hepulleduptheblindandrangthebellloudly.Itwasatonceansweredbytheappearanceofanoldfriend,hisvalet,Matvey,carryinghisclothes,hisboots,andatelegram.Matveywasfollowedbythebarberwithallthenecessariesforshaving.

           “Arethereanypapersfromtheoffice?”askedStepanArkadyevitch,takingthetelegramandseatinghimselfatthelooking-glass.

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