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other. "What was it?" "Oh, nothing," Konstantin answered in confusion. "Oh, if you dont want to say, dont. Only its no good your talking to her. Shes a wench, and youre a gentleman," he said with a jerk of the neck. "You understand everything, I see, and have taken stock of everything, and look with commiseration on my shortcomings," he began again, raising his voice. "Nikolay Dmitrievitch, Nikolay Dmitrievitch," whispered Marya Nikolaevna, again going up to him. "Oh, very well, very well!... But wheres the supper? Ah, here it is," he said, seeing a waiter with a tray. "Here, set it here," he added angrily, and promptly seizing the vodka, he poured out a glassful and drank it greedily. "Like a drink?" he turned to his brother, and at once became better humored. "Well, enough of Sergey Ivanovitch. Im glad to see you, anyway. After alls said and done, were not strangers. Come, have a drink. Tell me what youre doing," he went on, greedily munching a piece of bread, and pouring out another glassful. "How are you living?" "I live alone in the country, as I used to. Im busy looking after the land," answered Konstantin, watching with horror the greediness with which his brother ate and drank, and trying to conceal that he noticed it. "Why dont you get married?" "It hasnt happened so," Konstantin answered, reddening a little. "Why not? For me now...everythings at an end! Ive made a mess of my life. But this Ive said, and I say still, that if my share had been given me when I needed it, my whole life would have been different." Konstantin made haste to change the conversation. "Do you know your little Vanyas with me, a clerk in the countinghouse at Pokrovskoe." Nikolay jerked his neck, and sank into thought. "Yes, tell me whats going on at Pokrovskoe. Is the house standing still, and the birch trees, and our schoolroom? And Philip the gardener, is he living? How I remember the arbor and the seat! Now mind and dont alter anything in the house, but make haste and get married, and make everything as it used to be again. Then Ill come and see you, if your wife is nice." "But come to me now," said Levin. "How nicely we would arrange it!" "Id come and see you if I were sure I should not find Sergey Ivanovitch." "You wouldnt find him there. I live quite independently of him." "Yes, but say what you like, you will have to choose between me and him," he said, looking timidly into his brothers face. This timidity touched Konstantin. "If you want to hear my confession of faith on the subject, I tell you that in your quarrel with Sergey Ivanovitch I take neither side. Youre both wrong. Youre more wrong externally, and he inwardly." "Ah, ah! You see that, you see that!" Nikolay shouted joyfully. "But I personally value friendly relations with you more because..." "Why, why?" Konstantin could not say that he valued it more because Nikolay was unhappy, and needed affection. But Nikolay knew that this was just what he meant to say, and scowling he took up the vodka again. "Enough, Nikolay Dmitrievitch!" said Marya Nikolaevna, stretching out her plump, bare arm towards the decanter. "Let it be! Dont insist! Ill beat you!" he shouted. Marya Nikolaevna smiled a sweet and good-humored smile, which was at once reflected on Nikolays face, and she took the bottle. "And do you suppose she understands nothing?" said Nikolay. "She understands it all better than any of us. Isnt it true theres something good and sweet in her?" "Were you never before in Moscow?" Konstantin said to her, for the sake of saying something. "Only you mustnt be polite and stiff with her. It frightens her. No one ever spoke to her so but the justices of the peace who tried her for trying to get out of a house of ill-fame. Mercy on us, the senselessness in the world!" he cried suddenly. "These new institutions, these justices of the peace, rural councils, what hideousness it all is!" And he began to enlarge on his encounters with the new institutions. Konstantin Levin heard him, and the disbelief in the sense of all public institutions, which he shared with him, and often expressed, was distasteful to him now from his brothers lips. "In another world we shall understand it all," he said lightly. "In another world! Ah, I dont like that

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