Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
in much excitement, Levin
saw Vassenka Veslovsky, with a particularly warm and gallant air,
kissing Kittys hand.
"Your wife and I are cousins and very old friends," said
Vassenka Veslovsky, once more shaking Levins hand with great
"Well, are there plenty of birds?" Stepan Arkadyevitch said to
Levin, hardly leaving time for everyone to utter their greetings.
"Weve come with the most savage intentions. Why, maman, theyve
not been in Moscow since! Look, Tanya, heres something for you!
Get it, please, its in the carriage, behind!" he talked in all
directions. "How pretty youve grown, Dolly," he said to his
wife, once more kissing her hand, holding it in one of his, and
patting it with the other.
Levin, who a minute before had been in the happiest frame of
mind, now looked darkly at everyone, and everything displeased
"Who was it he kissed yesterday with those lips?" he thought,
looking at Stepan Arkadyevitchs tender demonstrations to his
wife. He looked at Dolly, and he did not like her either.
"She doesnt believe in his love. So what is she so pleased
about? Revolting!" thought Levin.
He looked at the princess, who had been so dear to him a minute
before, and he did not like the manner in which she welcomed this
Vassenka, with his ribbons, just as though she were in her own
Even Sergey Ivanovitch, who had come out too onto the steps,
seemed to him unpleasant with the show of cordiality with which
he met Stepan Arkadyevitch, though Levin knew that his brother
neither liked nor respected Oblonsky.
And Varenka, even she seemed hateful, with her air _sainte
nitouche_ making the acquaintance of this gentleman, while all
the while she was thinking of nothing but getting married.
And more hateful than anyone was Kitty for falling in with the
tone of gaiety with which this gentleman regarded his visit in
the country, as though it were a holiday for himself and everyone
else. And, above all, unpleasant was that particular smile with
which she responded to his smile.
Noisily talking, they all went into the house; but as soon as
they were all seated, Levin turned and went out.
Kitty saw something was wrong with her husband. She tried to
seize a moment to speak to him alone, but he made haste to get
away from her, saying he was wanted at the counting-house. It
was long since his own work on the estate had seemed to him so
important as at that moment. "Its all holiday for them," he
thought; "but these are no holiday matters, they wont wait, and
theres no living without them."
Levin came back to the house only when they sent to summon him to
supper. On the stairs were standing Kitty and Agafea Mihalovna,
consulting about wines for supper.
"But why are you making all this fuss? Have what we usually do."
"No, Stiva doesnt drink...Kostya, stop, whats the matter?"
Kitty began, hurrying after him, but he strode ruthlessly away to
the dining room without waiting for her, and at once joined in
the lively general conversation which was being maintained there
by Vassenka Veslovsky and Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"Well, what do you say, are we going shooting tomorrow?" said
"Please, do lets go," said Veslovsky, moving to another chair,
where he sat down sideways, with one fat leg crossed under him.
"I shall be delighted, we will go. And have you had any shooting
yet this year?" said Levin to Veslovsky, looking intently at his
leg, but speaking with that forced amiability that Kitty knew so
well in him, and that was so out of keeping with him. "I cant
answer for our finding grouse, but there are plenty of snipe.
Only we ought to start early. Youre not tired? Arent you
"Me tired? Ive never been tired yet. Suppose we stay up all
night. Lets go for a walk!"
"Yes, really, lets not go to bed at all! Capital!" Veslovsky
"Oh, we all know you can do without sleep, and keep other people
up too," Dolly said to her husband, with that faint note of irony
in her voice which she almost always had now with her husband.
"But to my thinking, its time for bed now.... Im going, I
dont want supper."
"No, do stay a little, Dolly," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, going
round to her side behind the table where they were having supper.
"Ive so much still to tell you."
"Nothing really, I suppose."
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