Анна Кареніна

Chapter 10

           

           StepanArkadyevitchcrushedthestarchynapkin,tuckeditintohiswaistcoat,andsettlinghisarmscomfortably,startedontheoysters.

           “Notbad,”hesaid,strippingtheoystersfromthepearlyshellwithasilverfork,andswallowingthemoneafteranother.“Notbad,”herepeated,turninghisdewy,brillianteyesfromLevintotheTatar.

           Levinatetheoystersindeed,thoughwhitebreadandcheesewouldhavepleasedhimbetter.ButhewasadmiringOblonsky.EventheTatar,uncorkingthebottleandpouringthesparklingwineintothedelicateglasses,glancedatStepanArkadyevitch,andsettledhiswhitecravatwithaperceptiblesmileofsatisfaction.

           “Youdon’tcaremuchforoysters,doyou?”saidStepanArkadyevitch,emptyinghiswine-glass,“oryou’reworriedaboutsomething.Eh?”

           HewantedLevintobeingoodspirits.ButitwasnotthatLevinwasnotingoodspirits;hewasillatease.Withwhathehadinhissoul,hefeltsoreanduncomfortableintherestaurant,inthemidstofprivateroomswheremenwerediningwithladies,inallthisfussandbustle;thesurroundingsofbronzes,looking-glasses,gas,andwaitersallofitwasoffensivetohim.Hewasafraidofsullyingwhathissoulwasbrimfulof.

           “I?Yes,Iam;butbesides,allthisbothersme,”hesaid.“Youcan’tconceivehowqueeritallseemstoacountrypersonlikeme,asqueerasthatgentleman’snailsIsawatyourplace....”

           “Yes,IsawhowmuchinterestedyouwereinpoorGrinevitch’snails,”saidStepanArkadyevitch,laughing.

           “It’stoomuchforme,”respondedLevin.

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