Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
had previously felt no liking for Count
Anitchkin, and had always differed from him in his opinions. But
now, from a feeling readily comprehensible to officials--that
hatred felt by one who has suffered a defeat in the service for
one who has received a promotion, he could not endure him.
"Well, have you seen him?" said Alexey Alexandrovitch with a
"Of course; he was at our sitting yesterday. He seems to know
his work capitally, and to be very energetic."
"Yes, but what is his energy directed to?" said Alexey
Alexandrovitch. "Is he aiming at doing anything, or simply
undoing whats been done? Its the great misfortune of our
government--this paper administration, of which hes a worthy
"Really, I dont know what fault one could find with him. His
policy I dont know, but one thing--hes a very nice fellow,"
answered Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Ive just been seeing him, and
hes really a capital fellow. We lunched together, and I taught
him how to make, you know that drink, wine and oranges. Its so
cooling. And its a wonder he didnt know it. He liked it
awfully. No, really hes a capital fellow."
Stepan Arkadyevitch glanced at his watch.
"Why, good heavens, its four already, and Ive still to go to
Dolgovushins! So please come round to dinner. You cant
imagine how you will grieve my wife and me."
The way in which Alexey Alexandrovitch saw his brother-in-law out
was very different from the manner in which he had met him.
"Ive promised, and Ill come," he answered wearily.
"Believe me, I appreciate it, and I hope you wont regret it,"
answered Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling.
And, putting on his coat as he went, he patted the footman on the
head, chuckled, and went out.
"At five oclock, and not evening dress, please," he shouted once
more, turning at the door.
It was past five, and several guests had already arrived, before
the host himself got home. He went in together with Sergey
Ivanovitch Koznishev and Pestsov, who had reached the street door
at the same moment. These were the two leading representatives
of the Moscow intellectuals, as Oblonsky had called them. Both
were men respected for their character and their intelligence.
They respected each other, but were in complete and hopeless
disagreement upon almost every subject, not because they belonged
to opposite parties, but precisely because they were of the same
party (their enemies refused to see any distinction between their
views); but, in that party, each had his own special shade of
opinion. And since no difference is less easily overcome than
the difference of opinion about semi-abstract questions, they
never agreed in any opinion, and had long, indeed, been
accustomed to jeer without anger, each at the others
They were just going in at the door, talking of the weather, when
Stepan Arkadyevitch overtook them. In the drawing room there
were already sitting Prince Alexander Dmitrievitch Shtcherbatsky,
young Shtcherbatsky, Turovtsin, Kitty, and Karenin.
Stepan Arkadyevitch saw immediately that things were not going
well in the drawing-room without him. Darya Alexandrovna, in her
best gray silk gown, obviously worried about the children, who
were to have their dinner by themselves in the nursery, and by
her husbands absence, was not equal to the task of making the
party mix without him. All were sitting like so many priests
wives on a visit (so the old prince expressed it), obviously
wondering why they were there, and pumping up remarks simply to
avoid being silent. Turovtsin--good, simple man--felt
unmistakably a fish out of water, and the smile with which his
thick lips greeted Stepan Arkadyevitch said, as plainly as words:
"Well, old boy, you have popped me down in a learned set! A
drinking party now, or the _Chateau des Fleurs_, would be more in
my line!" The old prince sat in silence, his bright little eyes
watching Karenin from one side, and Stepan Arkadyevitch saw that
he had already formed a phrase to sum up that politician of whom
guests were invited to partake as though he were a sturgeon.
Kitty was looking at the door, calling up all her energies to
keep her from blushing at the entrance of Konstantin Levin.
Young Shtcherbatsky, who had not been introduced to Karenin, was
trying to look as though he were not in the least conscious of
it. Karenin himself had followed the Petersburg fashion for a
dinner with ladies and was wearing evening dress and a white tie.
Stepan Arkadyevitch saw
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