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“
An
enemy
?
That
can
’
t
be
.
”
“
I
did
so
want
you
all
to
care
for
me
,
as
I
do
for
you
,
and
now
I
care
for
you
more
than
ever
,
”
said
Anna
,
with
tears
in
her
eyes
.
“
Ah
,
how
silly
I
am
today
!
”
She
passed
her
handkerchief
over
her
face
and
began
dressing
.
At
the
very
moment
of
starting
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
arrived
,
late
,
rosy
and
good
-
humored
,
smelling
of
wine
and
cigars
.
Anna
’
s
emotionalism
infected
Dolly
,
and
when
she
embraced
her
sister
-
in
-
law
for
the
last
time
,
she
whispered
:
“
Remember
,
Anna
,
what
you
’
ve
done
for
me
—
I
shall
never
forget
.
And
remember
that
I
love
you
,
and
shall
always
love
you
as
my
dearest
friend
!
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
”
said
Anna
,
kissing
her
and
hiding
her
tears
.
“
You
understood
me
,
and
you
understand
.
Good
-
bye
,
my
darling
!
”
“
Come
,
it
’
s
all
over
,
and
thank
God
!
”
was
the
first
thought
that
came
to
Anna
Arkadyevna
,
when
she
had
said
good
-
bye
for
the
last
time
to
her
brother
,
who
had
stood
blocking
up
the
entrance
to
the
carriage
till
the
third
bell
rang
.
She
sat
down
on
her
lounge
beside
Annushka
,
and
looked
about
her
in
the
twilight
of
the
sleeping
-
carriage
.
“
Thank
God
!
tomorrow
I
shall
see
Seryozha
and
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
and
my
life
will
go
on
in
the
old
way
,
all
nice
and
as
usual
.
”
Still
in
the
same
anxious
frame
of
mind
,
as
she
had
been
all
that
day
,
Anna
took
pleasure
in
arranging
herself
for
the
journey
with
great
care
.
With
her
little
deft
hands
she
opened
and
shut
her
little
red
bag
,
took
out
a
cushion
,
laid
it
on
her
knees
,
and
carefully
wrapping
up
her
feet
,
settled
herself
comfortably
.
An
invalid
lady
had
already
lain
down
to
sleep
.
Two
other
ladies
began
talking
to
Anna
,
and
a
stout
elderly
lady
tucked
up
her
feet
,
and
made
observations
about
the
heating
of
the
train
.
Anna
answered
a
few
words
,
but
not
foreseeing
any
entertainment
from
the
conversation
,
she
asked
Annushka
to
get
a
lamp
,
hooked
it
onto
the
arm
of
her
seat
,
and
took
from
her
bag
a
paper
-
knife
and
an
English
novel
.
At
first
her
reading
made
no
progress
.
The
fuss
and
bustle
were
disturbing
;
then
when
the
train
had
started
,
she
could
not
help
listening
to
the
noises
;
then
the
snow
beating
on
the
left
window
and
sticking
to
the
pane
,
and
the
sight
of
the
muffled
guard
passing
by
,
covered
with
snow
on
one
side
,
and
the
conversations
about
the
terrible
snowstorm
raging
outside
,
distracted
her
attention
.
Farther
on
,
it
was
continually
the
same
again
and
again
:
the
same
shaking
and
rattling
,
the
same
snow
on
the
window
,
the
same
rapid
transitions
from
steaming
heat
to
cold
,
and
back
again
to
heat
,
the
same
passing
glimpses
of
the
same
figures
in
the
twilight
,
and
the
same
voices
,
and
Anna
began
to
read
and
to
understand
what
she
read
.
Annushka
was
already
dozing
,
the
red
bag
on
her
lap
,
clutched
by
her
broad
hands
,
in
gloves
,
of
which
one
was
torn
.
Anna
Arkadyevna
read
and
understood
,
but
it
was
distasteful
to
her
to
read
,
that
is
,
to
follow
the
reflection
of
other
people
’
s
lives
.
She
had
too
great
a
desire
to
live
herself
.
If
she
read
that
the
heroine
of
the
novel
was
nursing
a
sick
man
,
she
longed
to
move
with
noiseless
steps
about
the
room
of
a
sick
man
;
if
she
read
of
a
member
of
Parliament
making
a
speech
,
she
longed
to
be
delivering
the
speech
;
if
she
read
of
how
Lady
Mary
had
ridden
after
the
hounds
,
and
had
provoked
her
sister
-
in
-
law
,
and
had
surprised
everyone
by
her
boldness
,
she
too
wished
to
be
doing
the
same
.
But
there
was
no
chance
of
doing
anything
;
and
twisting
the
smooth
paper
-
knife
in
her
little
hands
,
she
forced
herself
to
read
.
