Emma Watson Pussy
War And Peace
As he glanced at the tender and
the rails, under the influence of the conversation with a friend
he had not met since his misfortune, he suddenly recalled
_her_--that is, what was left of her when he had run like one
distraught into the cloak room of the railway station--on the
table, shamelessly sprawling out among strangers, the
bloodstained body so lately full of life; the head unhurt
dropping back with its weight of hair, and the curling tresses
about the temples, and the exquisite face, with red, half-opened
mouth, the strange, fixed expression, piteous on the lips and
awful in the still open eyes, that seemed to utter that fearful
phrase--that he would be sorry for it--that she had said when
they were quarreling.
And he tried to think of her as she was when he met her the first
time, at a railway station too, mysterious, exquisite, loving,
seeking and giving happiness, and not cruelly revengeful as he
remembered her on that last moment. He tried to recall his best
moments with her, but those moments were poisoned forever. He
could only think of her as triumphant, successful in her menace
of a wholly useless remorse never to be effaced. He lost all
consciousness of toothache, and his face worked with sobs.
Passing twice up and down beside the baggage in silence and
regaining his self-possession, he addressed Sergey Ivanovitch
"You have had no telegrams since yesterdays? Yes, driven back
for a third time, but a decisive engagement expected for
And after talking a little more of King Milans proclamation, and
the immense effect it might have, they parted, going to their
carriages on hearing the second bell.
Sergey Ivanovitch had not telegraphed to his brother to send to
meet him, as he did not know when he should be able to leave
Moscow. Levin was not at home when Katavasov and Sergey
Ivanovitch in a fly hired at the station drove up to the steps of
the Pokrovskoe house, as black as Moors from the dust of the
road. Kitty, sitting on the balcony with her father and sister,
recognized her brother-in-law, and ran down to meet him.
"What a shame not to have let us know," she said, giving her hand
to Sergey Ivanovitch, and putting her forehead up for him to
"We drove here capitally, and have not put you out," answered
Sergey Ivanovitch. "Im so dirty. Im afraid to touch you.
Ive been so busy, I didnt know when I should be able to tear
myself away. And so youre still as ever enjoying your peaceful,
quiet happiness," he said, smiling, "out of the reach of the
current in your peaceful backwater. Heres our friend Fyodor
Vassilievitch who has succeeded in getting here at last."
"But Im not a negro, I shall look like a human being when I
wash," said Katavasov in his jesting fashion, and he shook hands
and smiled, his teeth flashing white in his black face.
"Kostya will be delighted. He has gone to his settlement. Its
time he should be home."
"Busy as ever with his farming. It really is a peaceful
backwater," said Katavasov; "while we in town think of nothing
but the Servian war. Well, how does our friend look at it? Hes
sure not to think like other people."
"Oh, I dont know, like everybody else," Kitty answered, a little
embarrassed, looking round at Sergey Ivanovitch. "Ill send to
fetch him. Papas staying with us. Hes only just come home
And making arrangements to send for Levin and for the guests to
wash, one in his room and the other in what had been Dollys, and
giving orders for their luncheon, Kitty ran out onto the balcony,
enjoying the freedom, and rapidity of movement, of which she had
been deprived during the months of her pregnancy.
"Its Sergey Ivanovitch and Katavasov, a professor," she said.
"Oh, thats a bore in this heat," said the prince.
"No, papa, hes very nice, and Kostyas very fond of him," Kitty
said, with a deprecating smile, noticing the irony on her
"Oh, I didnt say anything."
"You go to them, darling," said Kitty to her sister, "and
entertain them. They saw Stiva at the station; he was quite
well. And I must run to Mitya. As ill-luck would have it, I
havent fed him since tea. Hes awake now, and sure to be
screaming." And feeling a rush of milk, she hurried to
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