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out here--hes a cultivated man, too, and very intelligent; hes a man wholl make his mark." Levin scowled and was dumb. "Well, he turned up here soon after youd gone, and as I can see, hes over head and ears in love with Kitty, and you know that her mother..." "Excuse me, but I know nothing," said Levin, frowning gloomily. And immediately he recollected his brother Nikolay and how hateful he was to have been able to forget him. "You wait a bit, wait a bit," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling and touching his hand. "Ive told you what I know, and I repeat that in this delicate and tender matter, as far as one can conjecture, I believe the chances are in your favor." Levin dropped back in his chair; his face was pale. "But I would advise you to settle the thing as soon as may be," pursued Oblonsky, filling up his glass. "No, thanks, I cant drink any more," said Levin, pushing away his glass. "I shall be drunk.... Come, tell me how are you getting on?" he went on, obviously anxious to change the conversation. "One word more: in any case I advise you to settle the question soon. Tonight I dont advise you to speak," said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Go round tomorrow morning, make an offer in due form, and God bless you..." "Oh, do you still think of coming to me for some shooting? Come next spring, do," said Levin. Now his whole soul was full of remorse that he had begun this conversation with Stepan Arkadyevitch. A feeling such as his was profaned by talk of the rivalry of some Petersburg officer, of the suppositions and the counsels of Stepan Arkadyevitch. Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled. He knew what was passing in Levins soul. "Ill come some day," he said. "But women, my boy, theyre the pivot everything turns upon. Things are in a bad way with me, very bad. And its all through women. Tell me frankly now," he pursued, picking up a cigar and keeping one hand on his glass; "give me your advice." "Why, what is it?" "Ill tell you. Suppose youre married, you love your wife, but youre fascinated by another woman..." "Excuse me, but Im absolutely unable to comprehend how...just as I cant comprehend how I could now, after my dinner, go straight to a bakers shop and steal a roll." Stepan Arkadyevitchs eyes sparkled more than usual. "Why not? A roll will sometimes smell so good one cant resist it." "Himmlisch ists, wenn ich bezwungen Meine irdische Begier; Aber doch wenns nich gelungen Hatt ich auch recht huebsch Plaisir!" As he said this, Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled subtly. Levin, too, could not help smiling. "Yes, but joking apart," resumed Stepan Arkadyevitch, "you must understand that the woman is a sweet, gentle loving creature, poor and lonely, and has sacrificed everything. Now, when the things done, dont you see, can one possibly cast her off? Even supposing one parts from her, so as not to break up ones family life, still, can one help feeling for her, setting her on her feet, softening her lot?" "Well, you must excuse me there. You know to me all women are divided into two classes...at least no...truer to say: there are women and there are...Ive never seen exquisite fallen beings, and I never shall see them, but such creatures as that painted Frenchwoman at the counter with the ringlets are vermin to my mind, and all fallen women are the same." "But the Magdalen?" "Ah, drop that! Christ would never have said those words if He had known how they would be abused. Of all the Gospel those words are the only ones remembered. However, Im not saying so much what I think, as what I feel. I have a loathing for fallen women. Youre afraid of spiders, and I of these vermin. Most likely youve not made a study of spiders and dont know their character; and so it is with me." "Its very well for you to talk like that; its very much like that gentleman in Dickens who used to fling all difficult questions over his right shoulder. But to deny the facts is no answer. Whats to be done--you tell me that, whats to be done? Your wife gets older, while youre full of life. Before youve time to look round, you feel that you

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