Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
and still more mortifying was the contrast between her
penitent and his self-confident tone; and for one instant she
felt the lust of strife rising up in her again, but making an
effort she conquered it, and met Vronsky as good-humoredly as
When he came in she told him, partly repeating phrases she had
prepared beforehand, how she had spent the day, and her plans for
"You know it came to me almost like an inspiration," she said.
"Why wait here for the divorce? Wont it be just the same in the
country? I cant wait any longer! I dont want to go on hoping,
I dont want to hear anything about the divorce. I have made up
my mind it shall not have any more influence on my life. Do you
"Oh, yes!" he said, glancing uneasily at her excited face.
"What did you do? Who was there?" she said, after a pause.
Vronsky mentioned the names of the guests. "The dinner was
first rate, and the boat race, and it was all pleasant enough,
but in Moscow they can never do anything without something
_ridicule_. A lady of a sort appeared on the scene, teacher of
swimming to the Queen of Sweden, and gave us an exhibition of her
"How? did she swim?" asked Anna, frowning.
"In an absurd red _costume de natation;_ she was old and hideous
too. So when shall we go?"
"What an absurd fancy! Why, did she swim in some special way,
then?" said Anna, not answering.
"There was absolutely nothing in it. Thats just what I say, it
was awfully stupid. Well, then, when do you think of going?"
Anna shook her head as though trying to drive away some
"When? Why, the sooner the better! By tomorrow we shant be
ready. The day after tomorrow."
"Yes...oh, no, wait a minute! The day after to-morrows Sunday,
I have to be at mamans," said Vronsky, embarrassed, because as
soon as he uttered his mothers name he was aware of her intent,
suspicious eyes. His embarrassment confirmed her suspicion. She
flushed hotly and drew away from him. It was now not the Queen
of Swedens swimming-mistress who filled Annas imagination, but
the young Princess Sorokina. She was staying in a village near
Moscow with Countess Vronskaya.
"Cant you go tomorrow?" she said.
"Well, no! The deeds and the money for the business Im going
there for I cant get by tomorrow," he answered.
"If so, we wont go at all."
"But why so?"
"I shall not go later. Monday or never!"
"What for?" said Vronsky, as though in amazement. "Why, theres
no meaning in it!"
"Theres no meaning in it to you, because you care nothing for
me. You dont care to understand my life. The one thing that I
cared for here was Hannah. You say its affectation. Why, you
said yesterday that I dont love my daughter, that I love this
English girl, that its unnatural. I should like to know what
life there is for me that could be natural!"
For an instant she had a clear vision of what she was doing, and
was horrified at how she had fallen away from her resolution.
But even though she knew it was her own ruin, she could not
restrain herself, could not keep herself from proving to him that
he was wrong, could not give way to him.
"I never said that; I said I did not sympathize with this sudden
"How is it, though you boast of your straightforwardness, you
dont tell the truth?"
"I never boast, and I never tell lies," he said slowly,
restraining his rising anger. "Its a great pity if you cant
"Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should
be. And if you dont love me any more, it would be better and
more honest to say so."
"No, this is becoming unbearable!" cried Vronsky, getting up from
his chair; and stopping short, facing her, he said, speaking
deliberately: "What do you try my patience for?" looking as
though he might have said much more, but was restraining himself.
"It has limits."
"What do you mean by that?" she cried, looking with terror at the
undisguised hatred in his whole face, and especially in his
cruel, menacing eyes.
"I mean to say..." he was beginning, but he checked himself. "I
must ask what it is you want of me?"
"What can I want?
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