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“
Well
,
that
I
don
’
t
understand
,
”
said
Sergey
Ivanovitch
.
“
One
thing
I
do
understand
,
”
he
added
;
“
it
’
s
a
lesson
in
humility
.
I
have
come
to
look
very
differently
and
more
charitably
on
what
is
called
infamous
since
brother
Nikolay
has
become
what
he
is
.
.
.
you
know
what
he
did
.
.
.
.
”
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
awful
,
awful
!
”
repeated
Levin
After
obtaining
his
brother
’
s
address
from
Sergey
Ivanovitch
’
s
footman
,
Levin
was
on
the
point
of
setting
off
at
once
to
see
him
,
but
on
second
thought
he
decided
to
put
off
his
visit
till
the
evening
.
The
first
thing
to
do
to
set
his
heart
at
rest
was
to
accomplish
what
he
had
come
to
Moscow
for
.
From
his
brother
’
s
Levin
went
to
Oblonsky
’
s
office
,
and
on
getting
news
of
the
Shtcherbatskys
from
him
,
he
drove
to
the
place
where
he
had
been
told
he
might
find
Kitty
.
At
four
o
’
clock
,
conscious
of
his
throbbing
heart
,
Levin
stepped
out
of
a
hired
sledge
at
the
Zoological
Gardens
,
and
turned
along
the
path
to
the
frozen
mounds
and
the
skating
ground
,
knowing
that
he
would
certainly
find
her
there
,
as
he
had
seen
the
Shtcherbatskys
’
carriage
at
the
entrance
.
It
was
a
bright
,
frosty
day
.
Rows
of
carriages
,
sledges
,
drivers
,
and
policemen
were
standing
in
the
approach
.
Crowds
of
well
-
dressed
people
,
with
hats
bright
in
the
sun
,
swarmed
about
the
entrance
and
along
the
well
-
swept
little
paths
between
the
little
houses
adorned
with
carving
in
the
Russian
style
.
The
old
curly
birches
of
the
gardens
,
all
their
twigs
laden
with
snow
,
looked
as
though
freshly
decked
in
sacred
vestments
.
He
walked
along
the
path
towards
the
skating
-
ground
,
and
kept
saying
to
himself
—
“
You
mustn
’
t
be
excited
,
you
must
be
calm
.
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
What
do
you
want
?
Be
quiet
,
stupid
,
”
he
conjured
his
heart
.
And
the
more
he
tried
to
compose
himself
,
the
more
breathless
he
found
himself
.
An
acquaintance
met
him
and
called
him
by
his
name
,
but
Levin
did
not
even
recognize
him
.
He
went
towards
the
mounds
,
whence
came
the
clank
of
the
chains
of
sledges
as
they
slipped
down
or
were
dragged
up
,
the
rumble
of
the
sliding
sledges
,
and
the
sounds
of
merry
voices
.
He
walked
on
a
few
steps
,
and
the
skating
-
ground
lay
open
before
his
eyes
,
and
at
once
,
amidst
all
the
skaters
,
he
knew
her
.
He
knew
she
was
there
by
the
rapture
and
the
terror
that
seized
on
his
heart
.
She
was
standing
talking
to
a
lady
at
the
opposite
end
of
the
ground
.
There
was
apparently
nothing
striking
either
in
her
dress
or
her
attitude
.
But
for
Levin
she
was
as
easy
to
find
in
that
crowd
as
a
rose
among
nettles
.
Everything
was
made
bright
by
her
.
She
was
the
smile
that
shed
light
on
all
round
her
.
“
Is
it
possible
I
can
go
over
there
on
the
ice
,
go
up
to
her
?
”
he
thought
.
The
place
where
she
stood
seemed
to
him
a
holy
shrine
,
unapproachable
,
and
there
was
one
moment
when
he
was
almost
retreating
,
so
overwhelmed
was
he
with
terror
.
He
had
to
make
an
effort
to
master
himself
,
and
to
remind
himself
that
people
of
all
sorts
were
moving
about
her
,
and
that
he
too
might
come
there
to
skate
.
He
walked
down
,
for
a
long
while
avoiding
looking
at
her
as
at
the
sun
,
but
seeing
her
,
as
one
does
the
sun
,
without
looking
.
On
that
day
of
the
week
and
at
that
time
of
day
people
of
one
set
,
all
acquainted
with
one
another
,
used
to
meet
on
the
ice
.
There
were
crack
skaters
there
,
showing
off
their
skill
,
and
learners
clinging
to
chairs
with
timid
,
awkward
movements
,
boys
,
and
elderly
people
skating
with
hygienic
motives
.
They
seemed
to
Levin
an
elect
band
of
blissful
beings
because
they
were
here
,
near
her
.
All
the
skaters
,
it
seemed
,
with
perfect
self
-
possession
,
skated
towards
her
,
skated
by
her
,
even
spoke
to
her
,
and
were
happy
,
quite
apart
from
her
,
enjoying
the
capital
ice
and
the
fine
weather
.
Nikolay
Shtcherbatsky
,
Kitty
’
s
cousin
,
in
a
short
jacket
and
tight
trousers
,
was
sitting
on
a
garden
seat
with
his
skates
on
.
Seeing
Levin
,
he
shouted
to
him
:
