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Annushka
went
out
,
but
Anna
did
not
begin
dressing
,
and
sat
in
the
same
position
,
her
head
and
hands
hanging
listlessly
,
and
every
now
and
then
she
shivered
all
over
,
seemed
as
though
she
would
make
some
gesture
,
utter
some
word
,
and
sank
back
into
lifelessness
again
.
She
repeated
continually
,
“
My
God
!
my
God
!
”
But
neither
“
God
”
nor
“
my
”
had
any
meaning
to
her
.
The
idea
of
seeking
help
in
her
difficulty
in
religion
was
as
remote
from
her
as
seeking
help
from
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
himself
,
although
she
had
never
had
doubts
of
the
faith
in
which
she
had
been
brought
up
.
She
knew
that
the
support
of
religion
was
possible
only
upon
condition
of
renouncing
what
made
up
for
her
the
whole
meaning
of
life
.
She
was
not
simply
miserable
,
she
began
to
feel
alarm
at
the
new
spiritual
condition
,
never
experienced
before
,
in
which
she
found
herself
.
She
felt
as
though
everything
were
beginning
to
be
double
in
her
soul
,
just
as
objects
sometimes
appear
double
to
over
-
tired
eyes
.
She
hardly
knew
at
times
what
it
was
she
feared
,
and
what
she
hoped
for
.
Whether
she
feared
or
desired
what
had
happened
,
or
what
was
going
to
happen
,
and
exactly
what
she
longed
for
,
she
could
not
have
said
.
“
Ah
,
what
am
I
doing
!
”
she
said
to
herself
,
feeling
a
sudden
thrill
of
pain
in
both
sides
of
her
head
.
When
she
came
to
herself
,
she
saw
that
she
was
holding
her
hair
in
both
hands
,
each
side
of
her
temples
,
and
pulling
it
.
She
jumped
up
,
and
began
walking
about
.
“
The
coffee
is
ready
,
and
mademoiselle
and
Seryozha
are
waiting
,
”
said
Annushka
,
coming
back
again
and
finding
Anna
in
the
same
position
.
“
Seryozha
?
What
about
Seryozha
?
”
Anna
asked
,
with
sudden
eagerness
,
recollecting
her
son
’
s
existence
for
the
first
time
that
morning
.
“
He
’
s
been
naughty
,
I
think
,
”
answered
Annushka
with
a
smile
.
“
In
what
way
?
”
“
Some
peaches
were
lying
on
the
table
in
the
corner
room
.
I
think
he
slipped
in
and
ate
one
of
them
on
the
sly
.
”
The
recollection
of
her
son
suddenly
roused
Anna
from
the
helpless
condition
in
which
she
found
herself
.
She
recalled
the
partly
sincere
,
though
greatly
exaggerated
,
rôle
of
the
mother
living
for
her
child
,
which
she
had
taken
up
of
late
years
,
and
she
felt
with
joy
that
in
the
plight
in
which
she
found
herself
she
had
a
support
,
quite
apart
from
her
relation
to
her
husband
or
to
Vronsky
.
This
support
was
her
son
.
In
whatever
position
she
might
be
placed
,
she
could
not
lose
her
son
.
Her
husband
might
put
her
to
shame
and
turn
her
out
,
Vronsky
might
grow
cold
to
her
and
go
on
living
his
own
life
apart
(
she
thought
of
him
again
with
bitterness
and
reproach
)
;
she
could
not
leave
her
son
.
She
had
an
aim
in
life
.
And
she
must
act
;
act
to
secure
this
relation
to
her
son
,
so
that
he
might
not
be
taken
from
her
.
Quickly
indeed
,
as
quickly
as
possible
,
she
must
take
action
before
he
was
taken
from
her
.
She
must
take
her
son
and
go
away
.
Here
was
the
one
thing
she
had
to
do
now
.
She
needed
consolation
.
She
must
be
calm
,
and
get
out
of
this
insufferable
position
.
The
thought
of
immediate
action
binding
her
to
her
son
,
of
going
away
somewhere
with
him
,
gave
her
this
consolation
.
