Анна Кареніна

Chapter 7

           Shtcherbatskytoldmeanotherstoryhemetyouthatyouwereinsuchadepressedstate,talkingofnothingbutdeath....”

           “Well,whatofit?I’venotgivenupthinkingofdeath,”saidLevin.“It’struethatit’shightimeIwasdead;andthatallthisisnonsense.It’sthetruthI’mtellingyou.Idovaluemyideaandmyworkawfully;butinrealityonlyconsiderthis:allthisworldofoursisnothingbutaspeckofmildew,whichhasgrownuponatinyplanet.Andforustosupposewecanhavesomethinggreatideas,workit’salldustandashes.”

           “Butallthat’sasoldasthehills,myboy!”

           “Itisold;butdoyouknow,whenyougraspthisfully,thensomehoweverythingbecomesofnoconsequence.Whenyouunderstandthatyouwilldietomorrow,ifnottoday,andnothingwillbeleft,theneverythingissounimportant!AndIconsidermyideaveryimportant,butitturnsoutreallytobeasunimportanttoo,evenifitwerecarriedout,asdoingforthatbear.Soonegoesonliving,amusingoneselfwithhunting,withworkanythingsoasnottothinkofdeath!”

           StepanArkadyevitchsmiledasubtleaffectionatesmileashelistenedtoLevin.

           “Well,ofcourse!Hereyou’vecomeroundtomypoint.Doyourememberyouattackedmeforseekingenjoymentinlife?Don’tbesosevere,Omoralist!”

           “No;allthesame,what’sfineinlifeis....”Levinhesitated“oh,Idon’tknow.AllIknowisthatweshallsoonbedead.”

           “Whysosoon?”

           “Anddoyouknow,there’slesscharminlife,whenonethinksofdeath,butthere’smorepeace

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