Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
happened, but I beg you to go away. You can explain my rudeness
as you like."
Vassenka drew himself up.
"I beg you to explain..." he said with dignity, understanding at
"I cant explain," Levin said softly and deliberately, trying to
control the trembling of his jaw; "and youd better not ask."
And as the split ends were all broken off, Levin clutched the
thick ends in his finger, broke the stick in two, and carefully
caught the end as it fell.
Probably the sight of those nervous fingers, of the muscles he
had proved that morning at gymnastics, of the glittering eyes,
the soft voice, and quivering jaws, convinced Vassenka better
than any words. He bowed, shrugging his shoulders, and smiling
"Can I not see Oblonsky?"
The shrug and the smile did not irritate Levin.
"What else was there for him to do?" he thought.
"Ill send him to you at once."
"What madness is this?" Stepan Arkadyevitch said when, after
hearing from his friend that he was being turned out of the
house, he found Levin in the garden, where he was walking about
waiting for his guests departure. "_Mais cest ridicule!_ What
fly has stung you? _Mais cest du dernier ridicule!_ What did you
think, if a young man..."
But the place where Levin had been stung was evidently still
sore, for he turned pale again, when Stepan Arkadyevitch would
have enlarged on the reason, and he himself cut him short.
"Please dont go into it! I cant help it. I feel ashamed of
how Im treating you and him. But it wont be, I imagine, a
great grief to him to go, and his presence was distasteful to me
and to my wife."
"But its insulting to him! _Et puis cest ridicule_."
"And to me its both insulting and distressing! And Im not at
fault in any way, and theres no need for me to suffer."
"Well, this I didnt expect of you! _On peut etre jaloux, mais
a ce point, cest du dernier ridicule!_"
Levin turned quickly, and walked away from him into the depths of
the avenue, and he went on walking up and down alone. Soon he
heard the rumble of the trap, and saw from behind the trees how
Vassenka, sitting in the hay (unluckily there was no seat in the
trap) in his Scotch cap, was driven along the avenue, jolting up
and down over the ruts.
"Whats this?" Levin thought, when a footman ran out of the house
and stopped the trap. It was the mechanician, whom Levin had
totally forgotten. The mechanician, bowing low, said something
to Veslovsky, then clambered into the trap, and they drove off
Stepan Arkadyevitch and the princess were much upset by Levins
action. And he himself felt not only in the highest degree
_ridicule_, but also utterly guilty and disgraced. But remembering
what sufferings he and his wife had been through, when he asked
himself how he should act another time, he answered that he
should do just the same again.
In spite of all this, towards the end of that day, everyone
except the princess, who could not pardon Levins action, became
extraordinarily lively and good humored, like children after a
punishment or grown-up people after a dreary, ceremonious
reception, so that by the evening Vassenkas dismissal was spoken
of, in the absence of the princess, as though it were some remote
event. And Dolly, who had inherited her fathers gift of
humorous storytelling, made Varenka helpless with laughter as she
related for the third and fourth time, always with fresh humorous
additions, how she had only just put on her new shoes for the
benefit of the visitor, and on going into the drawing room, heard
suddenly the rumble of the trap. And who should be in the trap
but Vassenka himself, with his Scotch cap, and his songs and his
gaiters, and all, sitting in the hay.
"If only youd ordered out the carriage! But no! and then I
hear: Stop! Oh, I thought theyve relented. I look out, and
behold a fat German being sat down by him and driving away....
And my new shoes all for nothing!..."
Darya Alexandrovna carried out her intention and went to see
Anna. She was sorry to annoy her sister and to do anything Levin
disliked. She quite understood how right the Levins were in not
wishing to have anything to do with Vronsky. But she felt she
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