Анна Кареніна

Chapter 17

           

           Inalittledirtyroomwiththepaintedpanelsofitswallsfilthywithspittle,andconversationaudiblethroughthethinpartitionfromthenextroom,inastiflingatmospheresaturatedwithimpurities,onabedsteadmovedawayfromthewall,therelaycoveredwithaquilt,abody.Onearmofthisbodywasabovethequilt,andthewrist,hugeasarake-handle,wasattached,inconceivablyitseemed,tothethin,longboneofthearmsmoothfromthebeginningtothemiddle.Theheadlaysidewaysonthepillow.Levincouldseethescantylockswetwithsweatonthetemplesandtense,transparent-lookingforehead.

           “ItcannotbethatthatfearfulbodywasmybrotherNikolay?”thoughtLevin.Buthewentcloser,sawtheface,anddoubtbecameimpossible.Inspiteoftheterriblechangeintheface,Levinhadonlytoglanceatthoseeagereyesraisedathisapproach,onlytocatchthefaintmovementofthemouthunderthestickymustache,torealizetheterribletruththatthisdeath-likebodywashislivingbrother.

           Theglitteringeyeslookedsternlyandreproachfullyathisbrotherashedrewnear.Andimmediatelythisglanceestablishedalivingrelationshipbetweenlivingmen.Levinimmediatelyfeltthereproachintheeyesfixedonhim,andfeltremorseathisownhappiness.

           WhenKonstantintookhimbythehand,Nikolaysmiled.Thesmilewasfaint,scarcelyperceptible,andinspiteofthesmilethesternexpressionoftheeyeswasunchanged.

           “Youdidnotexpecttofindmelikethis,”hearticulatedwitheffort.

           “Yes...no,”saidLevin,hesitatingoverhiswords.

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