-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Лев Толстой
-
- Анна Каренина
-
- Стр. 355/828
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
“
Oh
,
she
was
a
horrid
woman
!
She
caused
me
all
sorts
of
worries
.
”
But
he
did
not
say
what
the
annoyances
were
.
He
could
not
say
that
he
had
cast
off
Marya
Nikolaevna
because
the
tea
was
weak
,
and
,
above
all
,
because
she
would
look
after
him
,
as
though
he
were
an
invalid
.
“
Besides
,
I
want
to
turn
over
a
new
leaf
completely
now
.
I
’
ve
done
silly
things
,
of
course
,
like
everyone
else
,
but
money
’
s
the
last
consideration
;
I
don
’
t
regret
it
.
So
long
as
there
’
s
health
,
and
my
health
,
thank
God
,
is
quite
restored
.
”
Levin
listened
and
racked
his
brains
,
but
could
think
of
nothing
to
say
.
Nikolay
probably
felt
the
same
;
he
began
questioning
his
brother
about
his
affairs
;
and
Levin
was
glad
to
talk
about
himself
,
because
then
he
could
speak
without
hypocrisy
.
He
told
his
brother
of
his
plans
and
his
doings
.
His
brother
listened
,
but
evidently
he
was
not
interested
by
it
.
These
two
men
were
so
akin
,
so
near
each
other
,
that
the
slightest
gesture
,
the
tone
of
voice
,
told
both
more
than
could
be
said
in
words
.
Both
of
them
now
had
only
one
thought
—
the
illness
of
Nikolay
and
the
nearness
of
his
death
—
which
stifled
all
else
.
But
neither
of
them
dared
to
speak
of
it
,
and
so
whatever
they
said
—
not
uttering
the
one
thought
that
filled
their
minds
—
was
all
falsehood
.
Never
had
Levin
been
so
glad
when
the
evening
was
over
and
it
was
time
to
go
to
bed
.
Never
with
any
outside
person
,
never
on
any
official
visit
had
he
been
so
unnatural
and
false
as
he
was
that
evening
.
And
the
consciousness
of
this
unnaturalness
,
and
the
remorse
he
felt
at
it
,
made
him
even
more
unnatural
.
He
wanted
to
weep
over
his
dying
,
dearly
loved
brother
,
and
he
had
to
listen
and
keep
on
talking
of
how
he
meant
to
live
.
As
the
house
was
damp
,
and
only
one
bedroom
had
been
kept
heated
,
Levin
put
his
brother
to
sleep
in
his
own
bedroom
behind
a
screen
.
His
brother
got
into
bed
,
and
whether
he
slept
or
did
not
sleep
,
tossed
about
like
a
sick
man
,
coughed
,
and
when
he
could
not
get
his
throat
clear
,
mumbled
something
.
Sometimes
when
his
breathing
was
painful
,
he
said
,
“
Oh
,
my
God
!
”
Sometimes
when
he
was
choking
he
muttered
angrily
,
“
Ah
,
the
devil
!
”
Levin
could
not
sleep
for
a
long
while
,
hearing
him
.
His
thoughts
were
of
the
most
various
,
but
the
end
of
all
his
thoughts
was
the
same
—
death
.
Death
,
the
inevitable
end
of
all
,
for
the
first
time
presented
itself
to
him
with
irresistible
force
.
And
death
,
which
was
here
in
this
loved
brother
,
groaning
half
asleep
and
from
habit
calling
without
distinction
on
God
and
the
devil
,
was
not
so
remote
as
it
had
hitherto
seemed
to
him
.
It
was
in
himself
too
,
he
felt
that
.
If
not
today
,
tomorrow
,
if
not
tomorrow
,
in
thirty
years
,
wasn
’
t
it
all
the
same
!
And
what
was
this
inevitable
death
—
he
did
not
know
,
had
never
thought
about
it
,
and
what
was
more
,
had
not
the
power
,
had
not
the
courage
to
think
about
it
.
