-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Лев Толстой
-
- Анна Каренина
-
- Стр. 155/828
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
“
If
you
love
me
,
as
you
say
,
”
she
whispered
,
“
do
so
that
I
may
be
at
peace
.
”
His
face
grew
radiant
.
“
Don
’
t
you
know
that
you
’
re
all
my
life
to
me
?
But
I
know
no
peace
,
and
I
can
’
t
give
it
to
you
;
all
myself
—
and
love
.
.
.
yes
.
I
can
’
t
think
of
you
and
myself
apart
.
You
and
I
are
one
to
me
.
And
I
see
no
chance
before
us
of
peace
for
me
or
for
you
.
I
see
a
chance
of
despair
,
of
wretchedness
.
.
.
or
I
see
a
chance
of
bliss
,
what
bliss
!
.
.
.
Can
it
be
there
’
s
no
chance
of
it
?
”
he
murmured
with
his
lips
;
but
she
heard
.
She
strained
every
effort
of
her
mind
to
say
what
ought
to
be
said
.
But
instead
of
that
she
let
her
eyes
rest
on
him
,
full
of
love
,
and
made
no
answer
.
“
It
’
s
come
!
”
he
thought
in
ecstasy
.
“
When
I
was
beginning
to
despair
,
and
it
seemed
there
would
be
no
end
—
it
’
s
come
!
She
loves
me
!
She
owns
it
!
”
“
Then
do
this
for
me
:
never
say
such
things
to
me
,
and
let
us
be
friends
,
”
she
said
in
words
;
but
her
eyes
spoke
quite
differently
.
“
Friends
we
shall
never
be
,
you
know
that
yourself
.
Whether
we
shall
be
the
happiest
or
the
wretchedest
of
people
—
that
’
s
in
your
hands
.
”
She
would
have
said
something
,
but
he
interrupted
her
.
“
I
ask
one
thing
only
:
I
ask
for
the
right
to
hope
,
to
suffer
as
I
do
.
But
if
even
that
cannot
be
,
command
me
to
disappear
,
and
I
disappear
.
You
shall
not
see
me
if
my
presence
is
distasteful
to
you
.
”
