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“
Run
along
,
run
along
to
Mariette
,
”
she
said
to
Seryozha
,
who
had
followed
her
out
,
and
she
began
walking
up
and
down
on
the
straw
matting
of
the
terrace
.
“
Can
it
be
that
they
won
’
t
forgive
me
,
won
’
t
understand
how
it
all
couldn
’
t
be
helped
?
”
she
said
to
herself
.
Standing
still
,
and
looking
at
the
tops
of
the
aspen
trees
waving
in
the
wind
,
with
their
freshly
washed
,
brightly
shining
leaves
in
the
cold
sunshine
,
she
knew
that
they
would
not
forgive
her
,
that
everyone
and
everything
would
be
merciless
to
her
now
as
was
that
sky
,
that
green
.
And
again
she
felt
that
everything
was
split
in
two
in
her
soul
.
“
I
mustn
’
t
,
mustn
’
t
think
,
”
she
said
to
herself
.
“
I
must
get
ready
.
To
go
where
?
When
?
Whom
to
take
with
me
?
Yes
,
to
Moscow
by
the
evening
train
.
Annushka
and
Seryozha
,
and
only
the
most
necessary
things
.
But
first
I
must
write
to
them
both
.
”
She
went
quickly
indoors
into
her
boudoir
,
sat
down
at
the
table
,
and
wrote
to
her
husband
:
—
“
After
what
has
happened
,
I
cannot
remain
any
longer
in
your
house
.
I
am
going
away
,
and
taking
my
son
with
me
.
I
don
’
t
know
the
law
,
and
so
I
don
’
t
know
with
which
of
the
parents
the
son
should
remain
;
but
I
take
him
with
me
because
I
cannot
live
without
him
.
Be
generous
,
leave
him
to
me
.
”
Up
to
this
point
she
wrote
rapidly
and
naturally
,
but
the
appeal
to
his
generosity
,
a
quality
she
did
not
recognize
in
him
,
and
the
necessity
of
winding
up
the
letter
with
something
touching
,
pulled
her
up
.
“
Of
my
fault
and
my
remorse
I
cannot
speak
,
because
.
.
.
.
”
She
stopped
again
,
finding
no
connection
in
her
ideas
.
“
No
,
”
she
said
to
herself
,
“
there
’
s
no
need
of
anything
,
”
and
tearing
up
the
letter
,
she
wrote
it
again
,
leaving
out
the
allusion
to
generosity
,
and
sealed
it
up
.
Another
letter
had
to
be
written
to
Vronsky
.
“
I
have
told
my
husband
,
”
she
wrote
,
and
she
sat
a
long
while
unable
to
write
more
It
was
so
coarse
,
so
unfeminine
.
“
And
what
more
am
I
to
write
to
him
?
”
she
said
to
herself
.
Again
a
flush
of
shame
spread
over
her
face
;
she
recalled
his
composure
,
and
a
feeling
of
anger
against
him
impelled
her
to
tear
the
sheet
with
the
phrase
she
had
written
into
tiny
bits
.
“
No
need
of
anything
,
”
she
said
to
herself
,
and
closing
her
blotting
-
case
she
went
upstairs
,
told
the
governess
and
the
servants
that
she
was
going
that
day
to
Moscow
,
and
at
once
set
to
work
to
pack
up
her
things
.
All
the
rooms
of
the
summer
villa
were
full
of
porters
,
gardeners
,
and
footmen
going
to
and
fro
carrying
out
things
.
Cupboards
and
chests
were
open
;
twice
they
had
sent
to
the
shop
for
cord
;
pieces
of
newspaper
were
tossing
about
on
the
floor
.
Two
trunks
,
some
bags
and
strapped
-
up
rugs
,
had
been
carried
down
into
the
hall
.
The
carriage
and
two
hired
cabs
were
waiting
at
the
steps
.
Anna
,
forgetting
her
inward
agitation
in
the
work
of
packing
,
was
standing
at
a
table
in
her
boudoir
,
packing
her
traveling
bag
,
when
Annushka
called
her
attention
to
the
rattle
of
some
carriage
driving
up
.
Anna
looked
out
of
the
window
and
saw
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
’
s
courier
on
the
steps
,
ringing
at
the
front
door
bell
.
“
Run
and
find
out
what
it
is
,
”
she
said
,
and
with
a
calm
sense
of
being
prepared
for
anything
,
she
sat
down
in
a
low
chair
,
folding
her
hands
on
her
knees
.
A
footman
brought
in
a
thick
packet
directed
in
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
’
s
hand
.
“
The
courier
has
orders
to
wait
for
an
answer
,
”
he
said
.
“
Very
well
,
”
she
said
,
and
as
soon
as
he
had
left
the
room
she
tore
open
the
letter
with
trembling
fingers
.
A
roll
of
unfolded
notes
done
up
in
a
wrapper
fell
out
of
it
.
She
disengaged
the
letter
and
began
reading
it
at
the
end
.
“
Preparations
shall
be
made
for
your
arrival
here
.
.
.
I
attach
particular
significance
to
compliance
.
.
.
.
”
she
read
.
She
ran
on
,
then
back
,
read
it
all
through
,
and
once
more
read
the
letter
all
through
again
from
the
beginning
.
When
she
had
finished
,
she
felt
that
she
was
cold
all
over
,
and
that
a
fearful
calamity
,
such
as
she
had
not
expected
,
had
burst
upon
her
.
