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Stepan
Arkadyevitch
was
standing
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
.
His
good
-
naturedly
beaming
face
above
the
embroidered
collar
of
his
uniform
beamed
more
than
ever
when
he
recognized
the
man
coming
up
.
“
Why
,
it
’
s
actually
you
,
Levin
,
at
last
!
”
he
said
with
a
friendly
mocking
smile
,
scanning
Levin
as
he
approached
.
“
How
is
it
you
have
deigned
to
look
me
up
in
this
den
?
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
and
not
content
with
shaking
hands
,
he
kissed
his
friend
.
“
Have
you
been
here
long
?
”
“
I
have
just
come
,
and
very
much
wanted
to
see
you
,
”
said
Levin
,
looking
shyly
and
at
the
same
time
angrily
and
uneasily
around
.
“
Well
,
let
’
s
go
into
my
room
,
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
who
knew
his
friend
’
s
sensitive
and
irritable
shyness
,
and
,
taking
his
arm
,
he
drew
him
along
,
as
though
guiding
him
through
dangers
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
was
on
familiar
terms
with
almost
all
his
acquaintances
,
and
called
almost
all
of
them
by
their
Christian
names
:
old
men
of
sixty
,
boys
of
twenty
,
actors
,
ministers
,
merchants
,
and
adjutant
-
generals
,
so
that
many
of
his
intimate
chums
were
to
be
found
at
the
extreme
ends
of
the
social
ladder
,
and
would
have
been
very
much
surprised
to
learn
that
they
had
,
through
the
medium
of
Oblonsky
,
something
in
common
.
He
was
the
familiar
friend
of
everyone
with
whom
he
took
a
glass
of
champagne
,
and
he
took
a
glass
of
champagne
with
everyone
,
and
when
in
consequence
he
met
any
of
his
disreputable
chums
,
as
he
used
in
joke
to
call
many
of
his
friends
,
in
the
presence
of
his
subordinates
,
he
well
knew
how
,
with
his
characteristic
tact
,
to
diminish
the
disagreeable
impression
made
on
them
.
Levin
was
not
a
disreputable
chum
,
but
Oblonsky
,
with
his
ready
tact
,
felt
that
Levin
fancied
he
might
not
care
to
show
his
intimacy
with
him
before
his
subordinates
,
and
so
he
made
haste
to
take
him
off
into
his
room
.
Levin
was
almost
of
the
same
age
as
Oblonsky
;
their
intimacy
did
not
rest
merely
on
champagne
.
Levin
had
been
the
friend
and
companion
of
his
early
youth
.
They
were
fond
of
one
another
in
spite
of
the
difference
of
their
characters
and
tastes
,
as
friends
are
fond
of
one
another
who
have
been
together
in
early
youth
.
But
in
spite
of
this
,
each
of
them
—
as
is
often
the
way
with
men
who
have
selected
careers
of
different
kinds
—
though
in
discussion
he
would
even
justify
the
other
’
s
career
,
in
his
heart
despised
it
.
It
seemed
to
each
of
them
that
the
life
he
led
himself
was
the
only
real
life
,
and
the
life
led
by
his
friend
was
a
mere
phantasm
.
Oblonsky
could
not
restrain
a
slight
mocking
smile
at
the
sight
of
Levin
.
How
often
he
had
seen
him
come
up
to
Moscow
from
the
country
where
he
was
doing
something
,
but
what
precisely
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
could
never
quite
make
out
,
and
indeed
he
took
no
interest
in
the
matter
.
Levin
arrived
in
Moscow
always
excited
and
in
a
hurry
,
rather
ill
at
ease
and
irritated
by
his
own
want
of
ease
,
and
for
the
most
part
with
a
perfectly
new
,
unexpected
view
of
things
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
laughed
at
this
,
and
liked
it
.
In
the
same
way
Levin
in
his
heart
despised
the
town
mode
of
life
of
his
friend
,
and
his
official
duties
,
which
he
laughed
at
,
and
regarded
as
trifling
.
But
the
difference
was
that
Oblonsky
,
as
he
was
doing
the
same
as
everyone
did
,
laughed
complacently
and
good
-
humoredly
,
while
Levin
laughed
without
complacency
and
sometimes
angrily
.
“
We
have
long
been
expecting
you
,
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
going
into
his
room
and
letting
Levin
’
s
hand
go
as
though
to
show
that
here
all
danger
was
over
.
“
I
am
very
,
very
glad
to
see
you
,
”
he
went
on
.
“
Well
,
how
are
you
?
Eh
?
When
did
you
come
?
”
Levin
was
silent
,
looking
at
the
unknown
faces
of
Oblonsky
’
s
two
companions
,
and
especially
at
the
hand
of
the
elegant
Grinevitch
,
which
had
such
long
white
fingers
,
such
long
yellow
filbert
-
shaped
nails
,
and
such
huge
shining
studs
on
the
shirt
-
cuff
,
that
apparently
they
absorbed
all
his
attention
,
and
allowed
him
no
freedom
of
thought
.
Oblonsky
noticed
this
at
once
,
and
smiled
.
“
Ah
,
to
be
sure
,
let
me
introduce
you
,
”
he
said
.
“
My
colleagues
:
Philip
Ivanitch
Nikitin
,
Mihail
Stanislavitch
Grinevitch
”
—
and
turning
to
Levin
—
“
a
district
councilor
,
a
modern
district
councilman
,
a
gymnast
who
lifts
thirteen
stone
with
one
hand
,
a
cattle
-
breeder
and
sportsman
,
and
my
friend
,
Konstantin
Dmitrievitch
Levin
,
the
brother
of
Sergey
Ivanovitch
Koznishev
.
”
