Анна Кареніна

Chapter 17

           “No,givehertome;givememylittleone!Hehasnotcomeyet.Yousayhewon’tforgiveme,becauseyoudon’tknowhim.Nooneknowshim.I’mtheonlyone,anditwashardformeeven.HiseyesIoughttoknowSeryozhahasjustthesameeyesandIcan’tbeartoseethembecauseofit.HasSeryozhahadhisdinner?Iknoweveryonewillforgethim.Hewouldnotforget.Seryozhamustbemovedintothecornerroom,andMariettemustbeaskedtosleepwithhim.”

           Allofasuddensheshrankback,wassilent;andinterror,asthoughexpectingablow,asthoughtodefendherself,sheraisedherhandstoherface.Shehadseenherhusband.

           “No,no!”shebegan.“Iamnotafraidofhim;Iamafraidofdeath.Alexey,comehere.Iaminahurry,becauseI’venotime,I’venotlonglefttolive;thefeverwillbegindirectlyandIshallunderstandnothingmore.NowIunderstand,Iunderstanditall,Iseeitall!”

           AlexeyAlexandrovitch’swrinkledfaceworeanexpressionofagony;hetookherbythehandandtriedtosaysomething,buthecouldnotutterit;hislowerlipquivered,buthestillwentonstrugglingwithhisemotion,andonlynowandthenglancedather.Andeachtimeheglancedather,hesawhereyesgazingathimwithsuchpassionateandtriumphanttendernessashehadneverseeninthem.

           “Waitaminute,youdon’tknow...stayalittle,stay!...”Shestopped,asthoughcollectingherideas.“Yes,”shebegan;“yes,yes,yes.ThisiswhatIwantedtosay.Don’tbesurprisedatme.I’mstillthesame....

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