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“
Come
,
tell
me
how
things
are
going
with
you
,
”
said
Levin
,
bethinking
himself
that
it
was
not
nice
of
him
to
think
only
of
himself
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
’
s
eyes
sparkled
merrily
.
“
You
don
’
t
admit
,
I
know
,
that
one
can
be
fond
of
new
rolls
when
one
has
had
one
’
s
rations
of
bread
—
to
your
mind
it
’
s
a
crime
;
but
I
don
’
t
count
life
as
life
without
love
,
”
he
said
,
taking
Levin
’
s
question
his
own
way
.
“
What
am
I
to
do
?
I
’
m
made
that
way
.
And
really
,
one
does
so
little
harm
to
anyone
,
and
gives
oneself
so
much
pleasure
.
.
.
.
”
“
What
!
is
there
something
new
,
then
?
”
queried
Levin
.
“
Yes
,
my
boy
,
there
is
!
There
,
do
you
see
,
you
know
the
type
of
Ossian
’
s
women
.
.
.
.
Women
,
such
as
one
sees
in
dreams
.
.
.
.
Well
,
these
women
are
sometimes
to
be
met
in
reality
.
.
.
and
these
women
are
terrible
.
Woman
,
don
’
t
you
know
,
is
such
a
subject
that
however
much
you
study
it
,
it
’
s
always
perfectly
new
.
”
“
Well
,
then
,
it
would
be
better
not
to
study
it
.
”
“
No
.
Some
mathematician
has
said
that
enjoyment
lies
in
the
search
for
truth
,
not
in
the
finding
it
.
”
Levin
listened
in
silence
,
and
in
spite
of
all
the
efforts
he
made
,
he
could
not
in
the
least
enter
into
the
feelings
of
his
friend
and
understand
his
sentiments
and
the
charm
of
studying
such
women
.
The
place
fixed
on
for
the
stand
-
shooting
was
not
far
above
a
stream
in
a
little
aspen
copse
.
On
reaching
the
copse
,
Levin
got
out
of
the
trap
and
led
Oblonsky
to
a
corner
of
a
mossy
,
swampy
glade
,
already
quite
free
from
snow
.
He
went
back
himself
to
a
double
birch
tree
on
the
other
side
,
and
leaning
his
gun
on
the
fork
of
a
dead
lower
branch
,
he
took
off
his
full
overcoat
,
fastened
his
belt
again
,
and
worked
his
arms
to
see
if
they
were
free
.
Gray
old
Laska
,
who
had
followed
them
,
sat
down
warily
opposite
him
and
pricked
up
her
ears
.
The
sun
was
setting
behind
a
thick
forest
,
and
in
the
glow
of
sunset
the
birch
trees
,
dotted
about
in
the
aspen
copse
,
stood
out
clearly
with
their
hanging
twigs
,
and
their
buds
swollen
almost
to
bursting
.
