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Before
he
had
driven
many
paces
away
,
the
dark
clouds
that
had
been
threatening
rain
all
day
broke
,
and
there
was
a
heavy
downpour
of
rain
.
“
What
a
pity
!
”
thought
Vronsky
,
putting
up
the
roof
of
the
carriage
.
“
It
was
muddy
before
,
now
it
will
be
a
perfect
swamp
.
”
As
he
sat
in
solitude
in
the
closed
carriage
,
he
took
out
his
mother
’
s
letter
and
his
brother
’
s
note
,
and
read
them
through
.
Yes
,
it
was
the
same
thing
over
and
over
again
.
Everyone
,
his
mother
,
his
brother
,
everyone
thought
fit
to
interfere
in
the
affairs
of
his
heart
.
This
interference
aroused
in
him
a
feeling
of
angry
hatred
—
a
feeling
he
had
rarely
known
before
.
“
What
business
is
it
of
theirs
?
Why
does
everybody
feel
called
upon
to
concern
himself
about
me
?
And
why
do
they
worry
me
so
?
Just
because
they
see
that
this
is
something
they
can
’
t
understand
.
If
it
were
a
common
,
vulgar
,
worldly
intrigue
,
they
would
have
left
me
alone
.
They
feel
that
this
is
something
different
,
that
this
is
not
a
mere
pastime
,
that
this
woman
is
dearer
to
me
than
life
.
And
this
is
incomprehensible
,
and
that
’
s
why
it
annoys
them
.
Whatever
our
destiny
is
or
may
be
,
we
have
made
it
ourselves
,
and
we
do
not
complain
of
it
,
”
he
said
,
in
the
word
we
linking
himself
with
Anna
.
“
No
,
they
must
needs
teach
us
how
to
live
.
They
haven
’
t
an
idea
of
what
happiness
is
;
they
don
’
t
know
that
without
our
love
,
for
us
there
is
neither
happiness
nor
unhappiness
—
no
life
at
all
,
”
he
thought
.
He
was
angry
with
all
of
them
for
their
interference
just
because
he
felt
in
his
soul
that
they
,
all
these
people
,
were
right
.
He
felt
that
the
love
that
bound
him
to
Anna
was
not
a
momentary
impulse
,
which
would
pass
,
as
worldly
intrigues
do
pass
,
leaving
no
other
traces
in
the
life
of
either
but
pleasant
or
unpleasant
memories
He
felt
all
the
torture
of
his
own
and
her
position
,
all
the
difficulty
there
was
for
them
,
conspicuous
as
they
were
in
the
eye
of
all
the
world
,
in
concealing
their
love
,
in
lying
and
deceiving
;
and
in
lying
,
deceiving
,
feigning
,
and
continually
thinking
of
others
,
when
the
passion
that
united
them
was
so
intense
that
they
were
both
oblivious
of
everything
else
but
their
love
.
He
vividly
recalled
all
the
constantly
recurring
instances
of
inevitable
necessity
for
lying
and
deceit
,
which
were
so
against
his
natural
bent
.
He
recalled
particularly
vividly
the
shame
he
had
more
than
once
detected
in
her
at
this
necessity
for
lying
and
deceit
.
And
he
experienced
the
strange
feeling
that
had
sometimes
come
upon
him
since
his
secret
love
for
Anna
.
This
was
a
feeling
of
loathing
for
something
—
whether
for
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
or
for
himself
,
or
for
the
whole
world
,
he
could
not
have
said
.
But
he
always
drove
away
this
strange
feeling
.
Now
,
too
,
he
shook
it
off
and
continued
the
thread
of
his
thoughts
.
“
Yes
,
she
was
unhappy
before
,
but
proud
and
at
peace
;
and
now
she
cannot
be
at
peace
and
feel
secure
in
her
dignity
,
though
she
does
not
show
it
.
Yes
,
we
must
put
an
end
to
it
,
”
he
decided
.
And
for
the
first
time
the
idea
clearly
presented
itself
that
it
was
essential
to
put
an
end
to
this
false
position
,
and
the
sooner
the
better
.
“
Throw
up
everything
,
she
and
I
,
and
hide
ourselves
somewhere
alone
with
our
love
,
”
he
said
to
himself
.
The
rain
did
not
last
long
,
and
by
the
time
Vronsky
arrived
,
his
shaft
-
horse
trotting
at
full
speed
and
dragging
the
trace
-
horses
galloping
through
the
mud
,
with
their
reins
hanging
loose
,
the
sun
had
peeped
out
again
,
the
roofs
of
the
summer
villas
and
the
old
limetrees
in
the
gardens
on
both
sides
of
the
principal
streets
sparkled
with
wet
brilliance
,
and
from
the
twigs
came
a
pleasant
drip
and
from
the
roofs
rushing
streams
of
water
.
He
thought
no
more
of
the
shower
spoiling
the
race
course
,
but
was
rejoicing
now
that
—
thanks
to
the
rain
—
he
would
be
sure
to
find
her
at
home
and
alone
,
as
he
knew
that
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
who
had
lately
returned
from
a
foreign
watering
place
,
had
not
moved
from
Petersburg
.
