ANNA KARENINA (Collector's Edition). Leo Tolstoy
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Название: ANNA KARENINA (Collector's Edition)
Автор: Leo Tolstoy
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
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‘Oh no!’ she answered, rising and following him through the room to his study. ‘And what are you reading now?’ she asked.
‘I am now reading the Duc de Lille’s Poésie des enfers [Poetry of the underworld],’ he replied. ‘A very remarkable book.’
Anna smiled, as one smiles at the weaknesses of people one loves, and slipping her hand under his arm walked with him to the study door. She knew his habit, which had become a necessity, of reading in the evening. She knew that in spite of his time being almost entirely absorbed by the duties of his post, he considered it incumbent on him to follow everything of importance that appeared in the world of thought. She also knew that really he was interested in political, philosophic, and theological books, and that art was quite foreign to his nature, yet in spite of this — or rather because of it — he never ignored anything that caused a stir in that sphere, but considered it his duty to read everything. She knew that in the sphere of politics, philosophy, and theology, Alexis Alexandrovich doubted and searched; but in questions of art, poetry, and especially music — which he did not at all understand — he held most definite and firm opinions. He liked talking of Shakespeare, Raphael, and Beethoven, and about the importance of the new schools of poetry and music, which in his mind were all classified with very logical exactitude.
‘Well, God bless you!’ she said at the door of the study, where a shaded candle and a bottle of water had been placed ready for him beside his armchair; ‘and I will go and write to them in Moscow.’
He pressed her hand and again kissed it.
‘After all, he is a good man: truthful, kind, and remarkable in his own sphere,’ said Anna to herself when she had returned to her room, as if defending him from some one who accused him and declared it was impossible to love him. ‘But why do his ears stick out so? Or has he had his hair cut?’
Exactly at midnight, when Anna was still sitting at her writing table finishing a letter to Dolly, she heard the measured tread of slippered feet, and Karenin entered, freshly washed, his hair brushed, and a book under his arm.
‘It’s time! It’s time!’ said he with a peculiar smile, going into their bedroom.
‘And what right had he to look at him as he did?’ thought Anna, remembering how Vronsky had looked at Karenin.
When she was undressed she went into the bedroom, but on her face not only was there not a trace of that animation which during her stay in Moscow had sparkled in her eyes and smile, but on the contrary the fire in her now seemed quenched or hidden somewhere very far away.
Chapter 34
WHEN he went to Moscow, Vronsky had left his large flat on the Morskaya to his friend and favourite comrade, Petritsky.
Petritsky was a young lieutenant, not of very aristocratic birth, and not only not wealthy but heavily in debt, tipsy every evening, and often under arrest for amusing or improper escapades, but popular both with his comrades and superiors. Arriving home from the station about noon, Vronsky recognized a hired brougham at the front door. When he rang the bell, while still outside, he heard men’s laughter, a woman’s lisping voice, and Petritsky shouting: ‘If it is one of the villains, don’t let him in!’
Vronsky told the servants not to announce his arrival, and softly entered the first room. Petritsky’s friend, the Baroness Chilton, her lilac satin dress and pink and white face glistening, and like a canary filling the whole room with her Parisian voice, was seated at the round table making coffee. Petritsky in his greatcoat, and Captain Kamerovsky in full uniform probably straight from parade, sat on each side of her.
‘Vronsky! Bravo!’ exclaimed Petritsky jumping up and noisily pushing back his chair. ‘The master himself! Baroness, some coffee for him out of the new coffee-pot… . Well, this is unexpected! I hope you are pleased with this ornament to your study,’ he added, pointing to the Baroness. ‘Of course, you know one another?’
‘I should think so!’ replied Vronsky with a merry smile, as he pressed the Baroness’s small hand. ‘Of course: quite old friends.’
‘You have returned from a journey?’ said the Baroness. ‘Oh, I’ll be off home this very moment if I am in the way.’
‘You are at home where you are, Baroness,’ said Vronsky. ‘How do you do, Kamerovsky?’ he added, coldly shaking hands with the Captain.
‘There now! You never manage to say such pretty things,’ said the Baroness to Petritsky.
‘Oh yes! Why not? After dinner I’ll say things quite as good as that.’
‘But after dinner there is no merit in it! Well then, I’ll give you some coffee… . But have a wash and smarten yourself up,’ said the Baroness, again sitting down and carefully turning a small screw of the coffee-pot.
‘Pierre, pass me the coffee,’ she said to Petritsky, whom, not concealing their relations, she called Pierre (the French for Peter), because of his surname. ‘I’ll put a little more into the pot.’
‘You’ll spoil it!’
‘No, I shan’t! And your wife?’ the Baroness said suddenly, interrupting Vronsky’s conversation with his comrade. ‘We here have been marrying you off! Have you brought your wife?’
‘No, Baroness. A Bohemian I was born, and a Bohemian I shall die!’
‘So much the better! So much the better! Give me your hand.’
And the Baroness, instead of releasing Vronsky, began telling him her plans for the future, interspersing jokes and asking his advice.
‘He won’t agree to a divorce! Whatever am I to do?’ (He was her husband.) ‘I want to begin an action. What would you advise? Kamerovsky, mind the coffee, it’s boiling over! Don’t you see I am occupied? … I want to bring an action because I need my property. You see how absurd it is, that because I am supposed to be unfaithful,’ she said contemptuously, ‘he wishes to have the use of my property.’
Vronsky listened with pleasure to the merry prattle of the pretty young woman, agreed with what she said, and half in fun gave her advice; in a word he immediately took up his habitual manner with women of her kind. In his Petersburg world people were divided into two quite opposite sorts. One — the inferior sort: the paltry, stupid, and, above all, ridiculous people who believe that a husband should live with the one wife to whom he is married, that a maiden should be pure, a woman modest, and a man, manly, self-controlled and firm; that one should bring up one’s children to earn their living, should pay one’s debts, and other nonsense of that kind. These were the old-fashioned and ridiculous people. But there was another sort of people: the real people to which all his set belonged, who had above all to be well-bred, generous, bold, gay, and to abandon themselves unblushingly to all their passions and laugh at everything else.
Just for a moment Vronsky was staggered, having brought back from Moscow the impression of a totally different world, but immediately, as though he had put his foot into an old slipper, he re-entered his former gay and pleasant world.
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