Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
of course, one has to say thank you. But the chief
thing was having to settle this."
"Well, God help you!" said Betsy.
After accompanying Betsy to the outside hall, once more kissing
her hand above the glove, at the point where the pulse beats, and
murmuring to her such unseemly nonsense that she did not know
whether to laugh or be angry, Stepan Arkadyevitch went to his
sister. He found her in tears.
Although he happened to be bubbling over with good spirits,
Stepan Arkadyevitch immediately and quite naturally fell into the
sympathetic, poetically emotional tone which harmonized with her
mood. He asked her how she was, and how she had spent the
"Very, very miserably. Today and this morning and all past days
and days to come," she said.
"I think youre giving way to pessimism. You must rouse
yourself, you must look life in the face. I know its hard,
"I have heard it said that women love men even for their vices,"
Anna began suddenly, "but I hate him for his virtues. I cant
live with him. Do you understand? the sight of him has a
physical effect on me, it makes me beside myself. I cant, I
cant live with him. What am I to do? I have been unhappy, and
used to think one couldnt be more unhappy, but the awful state
of things I am going through now, I could never have conceived.
Would you believe it, that knowing hes a good man, a splendid
man, that Im not worth his little finger, still I hate him. I
hate him for his generosity. And theres nothing left for me
She would have said death, but Stepan Arkadyevitch would not let
"You are ill and overwrought," he said; "believe me, youre
exaggerating dreadfully. Theres nothing so terrible in it."
And Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled. No one else in Stepan
Arkadyevitchs place, having to do with such despair, would have
ventured to smile (the smile would have seemed brutal); but in
his smile there was so much of sweetness and almost feminine
tenderness that his smile did not wound, but softened and
soothed. His gentle, soothing words and smiles were as soothing
and softening as almond oil. And Anna soon felt this.
"No, Stiva," she said, "Im lost, lost! worse than lost! I cant
say yet that all is over; on the contrary, I feel that its not
over. Im an overstrained string that must snap. But its not
ended yet...and it will have a fearful end."
"No matter, we must let the string be loosened, little by little.
Theres no position from which there is no way of escape."
"I have thought, and thought. Only one..."
Again he knew from her terrified eyes that this one way of escape
in her thought was death, and he would not let her say it.
"Not at all," he said. "Listen to me. You cant see your own
position as I can. Let me tell you candidly my opinion." Again
he smiled discreetly his almond-oil smile. "Ill begin from the
beginning. You married a man twenty years older than yourself.
You married him without love and not knowing what love was. It
was a mistake, lets admit."
"A fearful mistake!" said Anna.
"But I repeat, its an accomplished fact. Then you had, let us
say, the misfortune to love a man not your husband. That was a
misfortune; but that, too, is an accomplished fact. And your
husband knew it and forgave it." He stopped at each sentence,
waiting for her to object, but she made no answer. "Thats so.
Now the question is: can you go on living with your husband? Do
you wish it? Does he wish it?"
"I know nothing, nothing."
"But you said yourself that you cant endure him."
"No, I didnt say so. I deny it. I cant tell, I dont know
anything about it."
"Yes, but let..."
"You cant understand. I feel Im lying head downwards in a sort
of pit, but I ought not to save myself. And I cant . . ."
"Never mind, well slip something under and pull you out. I
understand you: I understand that you cant take it on yourself
to express your wishes, your feelings."
"Theres nothing, nothing I wish...except for it to be all
"But he sees this and knows it. And do you
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