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The
chief
reason
why
the
prince
was
so
particularly
disagreeable
to
Vronsky
was
that
he
could
not
help
seeing
himself
in
him
.
And
what
he
saw
in
this
mirror
did
not
gratify
his
self
-
esteem
.
He
was
a
very
stupid
and
very
self
-
satisfied
and
very
healthy
and
very
well
-
washed
man
,
and
nothing
else
.
He
was
a
gentleman
—
that
was
true
,
and
Vronsky
could
not
deny
it
.
He
was
equable
and
not
cringing
with
his
superiors
,
was
free
and
ingratiating
in
his
behavior
with
his
equals
,
and
was
contemptuously
indulgent
with
his
inferiors
.
Vronsky
was
himself
the
same
,
and
regarded
it
as
a
great
merit
to
be
so
.
But
for
this
prince
he
was
an
inferior
,
and
his
contemptuous
and
indulgent
attitude
to
him
revolted
him
.
“
Brainless
beef
!
can
I
be
like
that
?
”
he
thought
.
Be
that
as
it
might
,
when
,
on
the
seventh
day
,
he
parted
from
the
prince
,
who
was
starting
for
Moscow
,
and
received
his
thanks
,
he
was
happy
to
be
rid
of
his
uncomfortable
position
and
the
unpleasant
reflection
of
himself
.
He
said
good
-
bye
to
him
at
the
station
on
their
return
from
a
bear
hunt
,
at
which
they
had
had
a
display
of
Russian
prowess
kept
up
all
night
.
When
he
got
home
,
Vronsky
found
there
a
note
from
Anna
.
She
wrote
,
“
I
am
ill
and
unhappy
.
I
cannot
come
out
,
but
I
cannot
go
on
longer
without
seeing
you
.
Come
in
this
evening
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
goes
to
the
council
at
seven
and
will
be
there
till
ten
.
”
Thinking
for
an
instant
of
the
strangeness
of
her
bidding
him
come
straight
to
her
,
in
spite
of
her
husband
’
s
insisting
on
her
not
receiving
him
,
he
decided
to
go
.
Vronsky
had
that
winter
got
his
promotion
,
was
now
a
colonel
,
had
left
the
regimental
quarters
,
and
was
living
alone
.
After
having
some
lunch
,
he
lay
down
on
the
sofa
immediately
,
and
in
five
minutes
memories
of
the
hideous
scenes
he
had
witnessed
during
the
last
few
days
were
confused
together
and
joined
on
to
a
mental
image
of
Anna
and
of
the
peasant
who
had
played
an
important
part
in
the
bear
hunt
,
and
Vronsky
fell
asleep
.
He
waked
up
in
the
dark
,
trembling
with
horror
,
and
made
haste
to
light
a
candle
.
“
What
was
it
?
What
?
What
was
the
dreadful
thing
I
dreamed
?
Yes
,
yes
;
I
think
a
little
dirty
man
with
a
disheveled
beard
was
stooping
down
doing
something
,
and
all
of
a
sudden
he
began
saying
some
strange
words
in
French
.
Yes
,
there
was
nothing
else
in
the
dream
,
”
he
said
to
himself
.
“
But
why
was
it
so
awful
?
”
He
vividly
recalled
the
peasant
again
and
those
incomprehensible
French
words
the
peasant
had
uttered
,
and
a
chill
of
horror
ran
down
his
spine
.
“
What
nonsense
!
”
thought
Vronsky
,
and
glanced
at
his
watch
.
It
was
half
-
past
eight
already
.
He
rang
up
his
servant
,
dressed
in
haste
,
and
went
out
onto
the
steps
,
completely
forgetting
the
dream
and
only
worried
at
being
late
.
As
he
drove
up
to
the
Karenins
’
entrance
he
looked
at
his
watch
and
saw
it
was
ten
minutes
to
nine
.
A
high
,
narrow
carriage
with
a
pair
of
grays
was
standing
at
the
entrance
.
He
recognized
Anna
’
s
carriage
.
“
She
is
coming
to
me
,
”
thought
Vronsky
,
“
and
better
she
should
.
I
don
’
t
like
going
into
that
house
.
But
no
matter
;
I
can
’
t
hide
myself
,
”
he
thought
,
and
with
that
manner
peculiar
to
him
from
childhood
,
as
of
a
man
who
has
nothing
to
be
ashamed
of
,
Vronsky
got
out
of
his
sledge
and
went
to
the
door
.
The
door
opened
,
and
the
hall
-
porter
with
a
rug
on
his
arm
called
the
carriage
.
Vronsky
,
though
he
did
not
usually
notice
details
,
noticed
at
this
moment
the
amazed
expression
with
which
the
porter
glanced
at
him
.
In
the
very
doorway
Vronsky
almost
ran
up
against
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
.
The
gas
jet
threw
its
full
light
on
the
bloodless
,
sunken
face
under
the
black
hat
and
on
the
white
cravat
,
brilliant
against
the
beaver
of
the
coat
.
Karenin
’
s
fixed
,
dull
eyes
were
fastened
upon
Vronsky
’
s
face
.
Vronsky
bowed
,
and
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
chewing
his
lips
,
lifted
his
hand
to
his
hat
and
went
on
.
Vronsky
saw
him
without
looking
round
get
into
the
carriage
,
pick
up
the
rug
and
the
opera
-
glass
at
the
window
and
disappear
.
Vronsky
went
into
the
hall
.
His
brows
were
scowling
,
and
his
eyes
gleamed
with
a
proud
and
angry
light
in
them
.
“
What
a
position
!
”
he
thought
.
“
If
he
would
fight
,
would
stand
up
for
his
honor
,
I
could
act
,
could
express
my
feelings
;
but
this
weakness
or
baseness
.
.
.
.
He
puts
me
in
the
position
of
playing
false
,
which
I
never
meant
and
never
mean
to
do
”
