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“
Wonderfully
good
-
hearted
fellow
!
”
thought
Levin
.
“
Well
,
but
you
yourself
,
Yegor
,
when
you
got
married
,
did
you
love
your
wife
?
”
“
Ay
!
and
why
not
?
”
responded
Yegor
.
And
Levin
saw
that
Yegor
too
was
in
an
excited
state
and
intending
to
express
all
his
most
heartfelt
emotions
.
“
My
life
,
too
,
has
been
a
wonderful
one
.
From
a
child
up
.
.
.
.
”
he
was
beginning
with
flashing
eyes
,
apparently
catching
Levin
’
s
enthusiasm
,
just
as
people
catch
yawning
.
But
at
that
moment
a
ring
was
heard
.
Yegor
departed
,
and
Levin
was
left
alone
.
He
had
eaten
scarcely
anything
at
dinner
,
had
refused
tea
and
supper
at
Sviazhsky
’
s
,
but
he
was
incapable
of
thinking
of
supper
.
He
had
not
slept
the
previous
night
,
but
was
incapable
of
thinking
of
sleep
either
His
room
was
cold
,
but
he
was
oppressed
by
heat
.
He
opened
both
the
movable
panes
in
his
window
and
sat
down
to
the
table
opposite
the
open
panes
.
Over
the
snow
-
covered
roofs
could
be
seen
a
decorated
cross
with
chains
,
and
above
it
the
rising
triangle
of
Charles
’
s
Wain
with
the
yellowish
light
of
Capella
.
He
gazed
at
the
cross
,
then
at
the
stars
,
drank
in
the
fresh
freezing
air
that
flowed
evenly
into
the
room
,
and
followed
as
though
in
a
dream
the
images
and
memories
that
rose
in
his
imagination
.
At
four
o
’
clock
he
heard
steps
in
the
passage
and
peeped
out
at
the
door
.
It
was
the
gambler
Myaskin
,
whom
he
knew
,
coming
from
the
club
.
He
walked
gloomily
,
frowning
and
coughing
.
“
Poor
,
unlucky
fellow
!
”
thought
Levin
,
and
tears
came
into
his
eyes
from
love
and
pity
for
this
man
.
He
would
have
talked
with
him
,
and
tried
to
comfort
him
,
but
remembering
that
he
had
nothing
but
his
shirt
on
,
he
changed
his
mind
and
sat
down
again
at
the
open
pane
to
bathe
in
the
cold
air
and
gaze
at
the
exquisite
lines
of
the
cross
,
silent
,
but
full
of
meaning
for
him
,
and
the
mounting
lurid
yellow
star
.
At
seven
o
’
clock
there
was
a
noise
of
people
polishing
the
floors
,
and
bells
ringing
in
some
servants
’
department
,
and
Levin
felt
that
he
was
beginning
to
get
frozen
.
He
closed
the
pane
,
washed
,
dressed
,
and
went
out
into
the
street
.
The
streets
were
still
empty
.
Levin
went
to
the
house
of
the
Shtcherbatskys
.
The
visitors
’
doors
were
closed
and
everything
was
asleep
.
He
walked
back
,
went
into
his
room
again
,
and
asked
for
coffee
.
The
day
servant
,
not
Yegor
this
time
,
brought
it
to
him
.
Levin
would
have
entered
into
conversation
with
him
,
but
a
bell
rang
for
the
servant
,
and
he
went
out
.
Levin
tried
to
drink
coffee
and
put
some
roll
in
his
mouth
,
but
his
mouth
was
quite
at
a
loss
what
to
do
with
the
roll
.
Levin
,
rejecting
the
roll
,
put
on
his
coat
and
went
out
again
for
a
walk
.
It
was
nine
o
’
clock
when
he
reached
the
Shtcherbatskys
’
steps
the
second
time
.
In
the
house
they
were
only
just
up
,
and
the
cook
came
out
to
go
marketing
.
He
had
to
get
through
at
least
two
hours
more
.
All
that
night
and
morning
Levin
lived
perfectly
unconsciously
,
and
felt
perfectly
lifted
out
of
the
conditions
of
material
life
.
He
had
eaten
nothing
for
a
whole
day
,
he
had
not
slept
for
two
nights
,
had
spent
several
hours
undressed
in
the
frozen
air
,
and
felt
not
simply
fresher
and
stronger
than
ever
,
but
felt
utterly
independent
of
his
body
;
he
moved
without
muscular
effort
,
and
felt
as
if
he
could
do
anything
.
He
was
convinced
he
could
fly
upwards
or
lift
the
corner
of
the
house
,
if
need
be
.
He
spent
the
remainder
of
the
time
in
the
street
,
incessantly
looking
at
his
watch
and
gazing
about
him
.
And
what
he
saw
then
,
he
never
saw
again
after
.
The
children
especially
going
to
school
,
the
bluish
doves
flying
down
from
the
roofs
to
the
pavement
,
and
the
little
loaves
covered
with
flour
,
thrust
out
by
an
unseen
hand
,
touched
him
.
