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War And Peace
and quietly turning back her long, perfumed
"Anna, for Gods sake! what is the matter with you?" he said,
appealing to her exactly as once her husband had done.
"I dont understand what you are asking."
"You know that its out of the question to go."
"Why so? Im not going alone. Princess Varvara has gone to
dress, she is going with me."
He shrugged his shoulders with an air of perplexity and despair.
"But do you mean to say you dont know?..." he began.
"But I dont care to know!" she almost shrieked. "I dont care
to. Do I regret what I have done? No, no, no! If it were all
to do again from the beginning, it would be the same. For us,
for you and for me, there is only one thing that matters, whether
we love each other. Other people we need not consider. Why are
we living here apart and not seeing each other? Why cant I go?
I love you, and I dont care for anything," she said in Russian,
glancing at him with a peculiar gleam in her eyes that he could
not understand. "If you have not changed to me, why dont you
look at me?"
He looked at her. He saw all the beauty of her face and full
dress, always so becoming to her. But now her beauty and
elegance were just what irritated him.
"My feeling cannot change, you know, but I beg you, I entreat
you," he said again in French, with a note of tender supplication
in his voice, but with coldness in his eyes.
She did not hear his words, but she saw the coldness of his eyes,
and answered with irritation:
"And I beg you to explain why I should not go."
"Because it might cause you..." he hesitated.
"I dont understand. Yashvin _nest pas compromettant_, and
Princess Varvara is no worse than others. Oh, here she is!"
Vronsky for the first time experienced a feeling of anger against
Anna, almost a hatred for her willfully refusing to understand
her own position. This feeling was aggravated by his being
unable to tell her plainly the cause of his anger. If he had
told her directly what he was thinking, he would have said:
"In that dress, with a princess only too well known to everyone,
to show yourself at the theater is equivalent not merely to
acknowledging your position as a fallen woman, but is flinging
down a challenge to society, that is to say, cutting yourself off
from it forever."
He could not say that to her. "But how can she fail to see it,
and what is going on in her?" he said to himself. He felt at the
same time that his respect for her was diminished while his sense
of her beauty was intensified.
He went back scowling to his rooms, and sitting down beside
Yashvin, who, with his long legs stretched out on a chair, was
drinking brandy and seltzer water, he ordered a glass of the same
"You were talking of Lankovskys Powerful. Thats a fine horse,
and I would advise you to buy him," said Yashvin, glancing at
his comrades gloomy face. "His hind-quarters arent quite
first-rate, but the legs and head--one couldnt wish for anything
"I think I will take him," answered Vronsky.
Their conversation about horses interested him, but he did not
for an instant forget Anna, and could not help listening to the
sound of steps in the corridor and looking at the clock on the
"Anna Arkadyevna gave orders to announce that she has gone to the
Yashvin, tipping another glass of brandy into the bubbling water,
drank it and got up, buttoning his coat.
"Well, lets go," he said, faintly smiling under his mustache,
and showing by this smile that he knew the cause of Vronskys
gloominess, and did not attach any significance to it.
"Im not going," Vronsky answered gloomily.
"Well, I must, I promised to. Good-bye, then. If you do, come
to the stalls; you can take Kruzins stall," added Yashvin as he
"No, Im busy."
"A wife is a care, but its worse when shes not a wife," thought
Yashvin, as he walked out of the hotel.
Vronsky, left alone, got up from his chair and began pacing up
and down the room.
"And whats today? The fourth night.... Yegor and his wife are
there, and my mother, most likely. Of
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