Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
a new and delicious bliss, quite
pure from all alloy of sense, in the being near to the woman he
loved. There was no need of speech, yet he longed to hear the
sound of her voice, which like her eyes had changed since she had
been with child. In her voice, as in her eyes, there was that
softness and gravity which is found in people continually
concentrated on some cherished pursuit.
"So youre not tired? Lean more on me," said he.
"No, Im so glad of a chance of being alone with you, and I must
own, though Im happy with them, I do regret our winter evenings
"That was good, but this is even better. Both are better," he
said, squeezing her hand.
"Do you know what we were talking about when you came in?"
"Oh, yes, about jam too; but afterwards, about how men make
"Ah!" said Levin, listening more to the sound of her voice than
to the words she was saying, and all the while paying attention
to the road, which passed now through the forest, and avoiding
places where she might make a false step.
"And about Sergey Ivanovitch and Varenka. Youve noticed?...
Im very anxious for it," she went on. "What do you think about
it?" And she peeped into his face.
"I dont know what to think," Levin answered, smiling. "Sergey
seems very strange to me in that way. I told you, you know..."
"Yes, that he was in love with that girl who died...."
"That was when I was a child; I know about it from hearsay and
tradition. I remember him then. He was wonderfully sweet. But
Ive watched him since with women; he is friendly, some of them
he likes, but one feels that to him theyre simply people, not
"Yes, but now with Varenka...I fancy theres something..."
"Perhaps there is.... But one has to know him.... Hes a
peculiar, wonderful person. He lives a spiritual life only.
Hes too pure, too exalted a nature."
"Why? Would this lower him, then?"
"No, but hes so used to a spiritual life that he cant reconcile
himself with actual fact, and Varenka is after all fact."
Levin had grown used by now to uttering his thought boldly,
without taking the trouble of clothing it in exact language. He
knew that his wife, in such moments of loving tenderness as now,
would understand what he meant to say from a hint, and she did
"Yes, but theres not so much of that actual fact about her as
about me. I can see that he would never have cared for me. She
is altogether spiritual."
"Oh, no, he is so fond of you, and I am always so glad when my
people like you...."
"Yes, hes very nice to me; but..."
"Its not as it was with poor Nikolay...you really cared for
each other," Levin finished. "Why not speak of him?" he added.
"I sometimes blame myself for not; it ends in ones forgetting.
Ah, how terrible and dear he was!... Yes, what were we talking
about?" Levin said, after a pause.
"You think he cant fall in love," said Kitty, translating into
her own language.
"Its not so much that he cant fall in love," Levin said,
smiling, "but he has not the weakness necessary.... Ive always
envied him, and even now, when Im so happy, I still envy him."
"You envy him for not being able to fall in love?"
"I envy him for being better than I," said Levin. "He does not
live for himself. His whole life is subordinated to his duty.
And thats why he can be calm and contented."
"And you?" Kitty asked, with an ironical and loving smile.
She could never have explained the chain of thought that made her
smile; but the last link in it was that her husband, in exalting
his brother and abasing himself, was not quite sincere. Kitty
knew that this insincerity came from his love for his brother,
from his sense of shame at being too happy, and above all from
his unflagging craving to be better--she loved it in him, and so
"And you? What are you dissatisfied with?" she asked, with the
Her disbelief in his self-dissatisfaction delighted him, and
unconsciously he tried to draw her into giving utterance to the
grounds of her disbelief.
"I am happy, but dissatisfied with myself..." he said.
"Why, how can you
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