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Alexey
Alexandrovitch
took
the
telegrams
and
opened
them
.
The
first
telegram
was
the
announcement
of
Stremov
’
s
appointment
to
the
very
post
Karenin
had
coveted
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
flung
the
telegram
down
,
and
flushing
a
little
,
got
up
and
began
to
pace
up
and
down
the
room
.
“
Quos
vult
perdere
dementat
,
”
he
said
,
meaning
by
quos
the
persons
responsible
for
this
appointment
.
He
was
not
so
much
annoyed
that
he
had
not
received
the
post
,
that
he
had
been
conspicuously
passed
over
;
but
it
was
incomprehensible
,
amazing
to
him
that
they
did
not
see
that
the
wordy
phrase
-
monger
Stremov
was
the
last
man
fit
for
it
.
How
could
they
fail
to
see
how
they
were
ruining
themselves
,
lowering
their
prestige
by
this
appointment
?
“
Something
else
in
the
same
line
,
”
he
said
to
himself
bitterly
,
opening
the
second
telegram
.
The
telegram
was
from
his
wife
.
Her
name
,
written
in
blue
pencil
,
“
Anna
,
”
was
the
first
thing
that
caught
his
eye
.
“
I
am
dying
;
I
beg
,
I
implore
you
to
come
.
I
shall
die
easier
with
your
forgiveness
,
”
he
read
.
He
smiled
contemptuously
,
and
flung
down
the
telegram
.
That
this
was
a
trick
and
a
fraud
,
of
that
,
he
thought
for
the
first
minute
,
there
could
be
no
doubt
.
“
There
is
no
deceit
she
would
stick
at
.
She
was
near
her
confinement
.
Perhaps
it
is
the
confinement
.
But
what
can
be
their
aim
?
To
legitimize
the
child
,
to
compromise
me
,
and
prevent
a
divorce
,
”
he
thought
.
“
But
something
was
said
in
it
:
I
am
dying
.
.
.
.
”
He
read
the
telegram
again
,
and
suddenly
the
plain
meaning
of
what
was
said
in
it
struck
him
.
“
And
if
it
is
true
?
”
he
said
to
himself
.
“
If
it
is
true
that
in
the
moment
of
agony
and
nearness
to
death
she
is
genuinely
penitent
,
and
I
,
taking
it
for
a
trick
,
refuse
to
go
?
That
would
not
only
be
cruel
,
and
everyone
would
blame
me
,
but
it
would
be
stupid
on
my
part
.
”
“
Piotr
,
call
a
coach
;
I
am
going
to
Petersburg
,
”
he
said
to
his
servant
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
decided
that
he
would
go
to
Petersburg
and
see
his
wife
.
If
her
illness
was
a
trick
,
he
would
say
nothing
and
go
away
again
.
If
she
was
really
in
danger
,
and
wished
to
see
him
before
her
death
,
he
would
forgive
her
if
he
found
her
alive
,
and
pay
her
the
last
duties
if
he
came
too
late
.
All
the
way
he
thought
no
more
of
what
he
ought
to
do
.
With
a
sense
of
weariness
and
uncleanness
from
the
night
spent
in
the
train
,
in
the
early
fog
of
Petersburg
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
drove
through
the
deserted
Nevsky
and
stared
straight
before
him
,
not
thinking
of
what
was
awaiting
him
.
He
could
not
think
about
it
,
because
in
picturing
what
would
happen
,
he
could
not
drive
away
the
reflection
that
her
death
would
at
once
remove
all
the
difficulty
of
his
position
.
Bakers
,
closed
shops
,
night
-
cabmen
,
porters
sweeping
the
pavements
flashed
past
his
eyes
,
and
he
watched
it
all
,
trying
to
smother
the
thought
of
what
was
awaiting
him
,
and
what
he
dared
not
hope
for
,
and
yet
was
hoping
for
.
He
drove
up
to
the
steps
.
A
sledge
and
a
carriage
with
the
coachman
asleep
stood
at
the
entrance
.
As
he
went
into
the
entry
,
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
as
it
were
,
got
out
his
resolution
from
the
remotest
corner
of
his
brain
,
and
mastered
it
thoroughly
.
Its
meaning
ran
:
“
If
it
’
s
a
trick
,
then
calm
contempt
and
departure
.
If
truth
,
do
what
is
proper
.
”
The
porter
opened
the
door
before
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
rang
.
The
porter
,
Kapitonitch
,
looked
queer
in
an
old
coat
,
without
a
tie
,
and
in
slippers
.
