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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 warmth. "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 him. "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 house. 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." Chapter 7 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 Stepan Arkadyevitch. "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 tired, Stiva?" "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 chimed in. "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." "Do you

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