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long as they will, and link on small saucers
by way of studs, so that they can do nothing with their hands."
Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled gaily.
"Oh, yes, thats just a sign that he has no need to do coarse
work. His work is with the mind..."
"Maybe. But still its queer to me, just as at this moment it
seems queer to me that we country folks try to get our meals over
as soon as we can, so as to be ready for our work, while here are
we trying to drag out our meal as long as possible, and with that
object eating oysters..."
"Why, of course," objected Stepan Arkadyevitch. "But thats just
the aim of civilization--to make everything a source of
"Well, if thats its aim, Id rather be a savage."
"And so you are a savage. All you Levins are savages."
Levin sighed. He remembered his brother Nikolay, and felt
ashamed and sore, and he scowled; but Oblonsky began speaking of
a subject which at once drew his attention.
"Oh, I say, are you going tonight to our people, the
Shtcherbatskys, I mean?" he said, his eyes sparkling
significantly as he pushed away the empty rough shells, and drew
the cheese towards him.
"Yes, I shall certainly go," replied Levin; "though I fancied the
princess was not very warm in her invitation."
"What nonsense! Thats her manner.... Come, boy, the soup!....
Thats her manner--_grande dame,_" said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Im
coming, too, but I have to go to the Countess Boninas rehearsal.
Come, isnt it true that youre a savage? How do you explain the
sudden way in which you vanished from Moscow? The Shtcherbatskys
were continually asking me about you, as though I ought to know.
The only thing I know is that you always do what no one else
"Yes," said Levin, slowly and with emotion, "youre right. I am
a savage. Only, my savageness is not in having gone away, but in
coming now. Now I have come..."
"Oh, what a lucky fellow you are!" broke in Stepan Arkadyevitch,
looking into Levins eyes.
"I know a gallant steed by tokens sure,
And by his eyes I know a youth in love,"
declaimed Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Everything is before you."
"Why, is it over for you already?"
"No; not over exactly, but the future is yours, and the present
is mine, and the present--well, its not all that it might be."
"Oh, things go wrong. But I dont want to talk of myself, and
besides I cant explain it all," said Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"Well, why have you come to Moscow, then?.... Hi! take away!" he
called to the Tatar.
"You guess?" responded Levin, his eyes like deep wells of light
fixed on Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"I guess, but I cant be the first to talk about it. You can see
by that whether I guess right or wrong," said Stepan
Arkadyevitch, gazing at Levin with a subtle smile.
"Well, and what have you to say to me?" said Levin in a quivering
voice, feeling that all the muscles of his face were quivering
too. "How do you look at the question?"
Stepan Arkadyevitch slowly emptied his glass of Chablis, never
taking his eyes off Levin.
"I?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, "theres nothing I desire so much
as that--nothing! It would be the best thing that could be."
"But youre not making a mistake? You know what were speaking
of?" said Levin, piercing him with his eyes. "You think its
"I think its possible. Why not possible?"
"No! do you really think its possible? No, tell me all you
think! Oh, but if...if refusals in store for me!... Indeed I
"Why should you think that?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling at
"It seems so to me sometimes. That will be awful for me, and for
"Oh, well, anyway theres nothing awful in it for a girl. Every
girls proud of an offer."
"Yes, every girl, but not she."
Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled. He so well knew that feeling of
Levins, that for him all the girls in the world were divided
into two classes: one class--all the girls in the world except
her, and those girls with all sorts of human weaknesses, and very
ordinary girls: the other class--she alone, having no weaknesses
of any sort and higher than all humanity.
"Stay, take some sauce," he said, holding back Levins hand as it
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