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“
No
,
it
’
s
the
truth
.
”
“
What
,
what
’
s
the
truth
?
”
“
That
I
shall
die
.
I
have
had
a
dream
.
”
“
A
dream
?
”
repeated
Vronsky
,
and
instantly
he
recalled
the
peasant
of
his
dream
.
“
Yes
,
a
dream
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
’
s
a
long
while
since
I
dreamed
it
.
I
dreamed
that
I
ran
into
my
bedroom
,
that
I
had
to
get
something
there
,
to
find
out
something
;
you
know
how
it
is
in
dreams
,
”
she
said
,
her
eyes
wide
with
horror
;
“
and
in
the
bedroom
,
in
the
corner
,
stood
something
.
”
“
Oh
,
what
nonsense
!
How
can
you
believe
.
.
.
.
”
But
she
would
not
let
him
interrupt
her
.
What
she
was
saying
was
too
important
to
her
.
“
And
the
something
turned
round
,
and
I
saw
it
was
a
peasant
with
a
disheveled
beard
,
little
,
and
dreadful
looking
.
I
wanted
to
run
away
,
but
he
bent
down
over
a
sack
,
and
was
fumbling
there
with
his
hands
.
.
.
.
”
She
showed
how
he
had
moved
his
hands
.
There
was
terror
in
her
face
.
And
Vronsky
,
remembering
his
dream
,
felt
the
same
terror
filling
his
soul
.
