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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
brother
’
s
lips
.
“
In
another
world
we
shall
understand
it
all
,
”
he
said
lightly
.
“
In
another
world
!
Ah
,
I
don
’
t
like
that
other
world
!
I
don
’
t
like
it
,
”
he
said
,
letting
his
scared
eyes
rest
on
his
brother
’
s
eyes
“
Here
one
would
think
that
to
get
out
of
all
the
baseness
and
the
mess
,
one
’
s
own
and
other
people
’
s
,
would
be
a
good
thing
,
and
yet
I
’
m
afraid
of
death
,
awfully
afraid
of
death
.
”
He
shuddered
.
“
But
do
drink
something
.
Would
you
like
some
champagne
?
Or
shall
we
go
somewhere
?
Let
’
s
go
to
the
Gypsies
!
Do
you
know
I
have
got
so
fond
of
the
Gypsies
and
Russian
songs
.
”
His
speech
had
begun
to
falter
,
and
he
passed
abruptly
from
one
subject
to
another
.
Konstantin
with
the
help
of
Masha
persuaded
him
not
to
go
out
anywhere
,
and
got
him
to
bed
hopelessly
drunk
.
Masha
promised
to
write
to
Konstantin
in
case
of
need
,
and
to
persuade
Nikolay
Levin
to
go
and
stay
with
his
brother
.
In
the
morning
Konstantin
Levin
left
Moscow
,
and
towards
evening
he
reached
home
.
On
the
journey
in
the
train
he
talked
to
his
neighbors
about
politics
and
the
new
railways
,
and
,
just
as
in
Moscow
,
he
was
overcome
by
a
sense
of
confusion
of
ideas
,
dissatisfaction
with
himself
,
shame
of
something
or
other
.
But
when
he
got
out
at
his
own
station
,
when
he
saw
his
one
-
eyed
coachman
,
Ignat
,
with
the
collar
of
his
coat
turned
up
;
when
,
in
the
dim
light
reflected
by
the
station
fires
,
he
saw
his
own
sledge
,
his
own
horses
with
their
tails
tied
up
,
in
their
harness
trimmed
with
rings
and
tassels
;
when
the
coachman
Ignat
,
as
he
put
in
his
luggage
,
told
him
the
village
news
,
that
the
contractor
had
arrived
,
and
that
Pava
had
calved
,
—
he
felt
that
little
by
little
the
confusion
was
clearing
up
,
and
the
shame
and
self
-
dissatisfaction
were
passing
away
.
He
felt
this
at
the
mere
sight
of
Ignat
and
the
horses
;
but
when
he
had
put
on
the
sheepskin
brought
for
him
,
had
sat
down
wrapped
up
in
the
sledge
,
and
had
driven
off
pondering
on
the
work
that
lay
before
him
in
the
village
,
and
staring
at
the
side
-
horse
,
that
had
been
his
saddle
-
horse
,
past
his
prime
now
,
but
a
spirited
beast
from
the
Don
,
he
began
to
see
what
had
happened
to
him
in
quite
a
different
light
.
He
felt
himself
,
and
did
not
want
to
be
anyone
else
.
All
he
wanted
now
was
to
be
better
than
before
.
In
the
first
place
he
resolved
that
from
that
day
he
would
give
up
hoping
for
any
extraordinary
happiness
,
such
as
marriage
must
have
given
him
,
and
consequently
he
would
not
so
disdain
what
he
really
had
.
Secondly
,
he
would
never
again
let
himself
give
way
to
low
passion
,
the
memory
of
which
had
so
tortured
him
when
he
had
been
making
up
his
mind
to
make
an
offer
.
Then
remembering
his
brother
Nikolay
,
he
resolved
to
himself
that
he
would
never
allow
himself
to
forget
him
,
that
he
would
follow
him
up
,
and
not
lose
sight
of
him
,
so
as
to
be
ready
to
help
when
things
should
go
ill
with
him
.
And
that
would
be
soon
,
he
felt
.
Then
,
too
,
his
brother
’
s
talk
of
communism
,
which
he
had
treated
so
lightly
at
the
time
,
now
made
him
think
.
He
considered
a
revolution
in
economic
conditions
nonsense
.
But
he
always
felt
the
injustice
of
his
own
abundance
in
comparison
with
the
poverty
of
the
peasants
,
and
now
he
determined
that
so
as
to
feel
quite
in
the
right
,
though
he
had
worked
hard
and
lived
by
no
means
luxuriously
before
,
he
would
now
work
still
harder
,
and
would
allow
himself
even
less
luxury
.
And
all
this
seemed
to
him
so
easy
a
conquest
over
himself
that
he
spent
the
whole
drive
in
the
pleasantest
daydreams
.
With
a
resolute
feeling
of
hope
in
a
new
,
better
life
,
he
reached
home
before
nine
o
’
clock
at
night
.
The
snow
of
the
little
quadrangle
before
the
house
was
lit
up
by
a
light
in
the
bedroom
windows
of
his
old
nurse
,
Agafea
Mihalovna
,
who
performed
the
duties
of
housekeeper
in
his
house
.
She
was
not
yet
asleep
.
Kouzma
,
waked
up
by
her
,
came
sidling
sleepily
out
onto
the
steps
.
A
setter
bitch
,
Laska
,
ran
out
too
,
almost
upsetting
Kouzma
,
and
whining
,
turned
round
about
Levin
’
s
knees
,
jumping
up
and
longing
,
but
not
daring
,
to
put
her
forepaws
on
his
chest
.
“
You
’
re
soon
back
again
,
sir
,
”
said
Agafea
Mihalovna
.
