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“
How
wonderfully
they
make
this
soap
,
”
he
said
gazing
at
a
piece
of
soap
he
was
handling
,
which
Agafea
Mihalovna
had
put
ready
for
the
visitor
but
Oblonsky
had
not
used
.
“
Only
look
;
why
,
it
’
s
a
work
of
art
.
”
“
Yes
,
everything
’
s
brought
to
such
a
pitch
of
perfection
nowadays
,
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
with
a
moist
and
blissful
yawn
.
“
The
theater
,
for
instance
,
and
the
entertainments
.
.
.
a
—
a
—
a
!
”
he
yawned
.
“
The
electric
light
everywhere
.
.
.
a
—
a
—
a
!
”
“
Yes
,
the
electric
light
,
”
said
Levin
.
“
Yes
.
Oh
,
and
where
’
s
Vronsky
now
?
”
he
asked
suddenly
,
laying
down
the
soap
.
“
Vronsky
?
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
checking
his
yawn
;
“
he
’
s
in
Petersburg
.
He
left
soon
after
you
did
,
and
he
’
s
not
once
been
in
Moscow
since
.
And
do
you
know
,
Kostya
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
the
truth
,
”
he
went
on
,
leaning
his
elbow
on
the
table
,
and
propping
on
his
hand
his
handsome
ruddy
face
,
in
which
his
moist
,
good
-
natured
,
sleepy
eyes
shone
like
stars
.
“
It
’
s
your
own
fault
.
You
took
fright
at
the
sight
of
your
rival
.
But
,
as
I
told
you
at
the
time
,
I
couldn
’
t
say
which
had
the
better
chance
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
fight
it
out
?
I
told
you
at
the
time
that
.
.
.
.
”
He
yawned
inwardly
,
without
opening
his
mouth
.
“
Does
he
know
,
or
doesn
’
t
he
,
that
I
did
make
an
offer
?
”
Levin
wondered
,
gazing
at
him
.
“
Yes
,
there
’
s
something
humbugging
,
diplomatic
in
his
face
,
”
and
feeling
he
was
blushing
,
he
looked
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
straight
in
the
face
without
speaking
.
“
If
there
was
anything
on
her
side
at
the
time
,
it
was
nothing
but
a
superficial
attraction
,
”
pursued
Oblonsky
.
“
His
being
such
a
perfect
aristocrat
,
don
’
t
you
know
,
and
his
future
position
in
society
,
had
an
influence
not
with
her
,
but
with
her
mother
.
”
Levin
scowled
.
The
humiliation
of
his
rejection
stung
him
to
the
heart
,
as
though
it
were
a
fresh
wound
he
had
only
just
received
.
But
he
was
at
home
,
and
the
walls
of
home
are
a
support
.
“
Stay
,
stay
,
”
he
began
,
interrupting
Oblonsky
.
“
You
talk
of
his
being
an
aristocrat
.
But
allow
me
to
ask
what
it
consists
in
,
that
aristocracy
of
Vronsky
or
of
anybody
else
,
beside
which
I
can
be
looked
down
upon
?
You
consider
Vronsky
an
aristocrat
,
but
I
don
’
t
.
A
man
whose
father
crawled
up
from
nothing
at
all
by
intrigue
,
and
whose
mother
—
God
knows
whom
she
wasn
’
t
mixed
up
with
.
.
.
.
No
,
excuse
me
,
but
I
consider
myself
aristocratic
,
and
people
like
me
,
who
can
point
back
in
the
past
to
three
or
four
honorable
generations
of
their
family
,
of
the
highest
degree
of
breeding
(
talent
and
intellect
,
of
course
that
’
s
another
matter
)
,
and
have
never
curried
favor
with
anyone
,
never
depended
on
anyone
for
anything
,
like
my
father
and
my
grandfather
.
And
I
know
many
such
.
You
think
it
mean
of
me
to
count
the
trees
in
my
forest
,
while
you
make
Ryabinin
a
present
of
thirty
thousand
;
but
you
get
rents
from
your
lands
and
I
don
’
t
know
what
,
while
I
don
’
t
and
so
I
prize
what
’
s
come
to
me
from
my
ancestors
or
been
won
by
hard
work
.
.
.
.
We
are
aristocrats
,
and
not
those
who
can
only
exist
by
favor
of
the
powerful
of
this
world
,
and
who
can
be
bought
for
twopence
halfpenny
.
”
