Анна Кареніна

Chapter 18

           Theheavinessinhisheadandthewearinessinhislimbsthathehadfeltaminutebeforehadsuddenlygone.

           “Youmaytramplemeinthemud,”heheardAlexeyAlexandrovitch’swordsandsawhimstandingbeforehim,andsawAnna’sfacewithitsburningflushandglitteringeyes,gazingwithloveandtendernessnotathimbutatAlexeyAlexandrovitch;hesawhisown,ashefancied,foolishandludicrousfigurewhenAlexeyAlexandrovitchtookhishandsawayfromhisface.Hestretchedouthislegsagainandflunghimselfonthesofainthesamepositionandshuthiseyes.

           “Tosleep!Toforget!”herepeatedtohimself.ButwithhiseyesshuthesawmoredistinctlythaneverAnna’sfaceasithadbeenonthememorableeveningbeforetheraces.

           “Thatisnotandwillnotbe,andshewantstowipeitoutofhermemory.ButIcannotlivewithoutit.Howcanwebereconciled?howcanwebereconciled?”hesaidaloud,andunconsciouslybegantorepeatthesewords.Thisrepetitioncheckedtherisingupoffreshimagesandmemories,whichhefeltwerethronginginhisbrain.Butrepeatingwordsdidnotcheckhisimaginationforlong.Againinextraordinarilyrapidsuccessionhisbestmomentsrosebeforehismind,andthenhisrecenthumiliation.“Takeawayhishands,”Anna’svoicesays.Hetakesawayhishandsandfeelstheshamestruckandidioticexpressionofhisface.

           Hestilllaydown,tryingtosleep,thoughhefelttherewasnotthesmallesthopeofit,andkeptrepeatingstraywordsfromsomechainofthought,tryingbythistochecktherisingfloodoffreshimages.

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