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Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
seeing
Vronsky
’
s
tears
,
felt
a
rush
of
that
nervous
emotion
always
produced
in
him
by
the
sight
of
other
people
’
s
suffering
,
and
turning
away
his
face
,
he
moved
hurriedly
to
the
door
,
without
hearing
the
rest
of
his
words
.
From
the
bedroom
came
the
sound
of
Anna
’
s
voice
saying
something
.
Her
voice
was
lively
,
eager
,
with
exceedingly
distinct
intonations
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
went
into
the
bedroom
,
and
went
up
to
the
bed
.
She
was
lying
turned
with
her
face
towards
him
.
Her
cheeks
were
flushed
crimson
,
her
eyes
glittered
,
her
little
white
hands
thrust
out
from
the
sleeves
of
her
dressing
gown
were
playing
with
the
quilt
,
twisting
it
about
.
It
seemed
as
though
she
were
not
only
well
and
blooming
,
but
in
the
happiest
frame
of
mind
.
She
was
talking
rapidly
,
musically
,
and
with
exceptionally
correct
articulation
and
expressive
intonation
.
“
For
Alexey
—
I
am
speaking
of
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
(
what
a
strange
and
awful
thing
that
both
are
Alexey
,
isn
’
t
it
?
)
—
Alexey
would
not
refuse
me
.
I
should
forget
,
he
would
forgive
.
.
.
.
But
why
doesn
’
t
he
come
?
He
’
s
so
good
he
doesn
’
t
know
himself
how
good
he
is
.
Ah
,
my
God
,
what
agony
!
Give
me
some
water
,
quick
!
Oh
,
that
will
be
bad
for
her
,
my
little
girl
!
Oh
,
very
well
then
,
give
her
to
a
nurse
.
Yes
,
I
agree
,
it
’
s
better
in
fact
.
He
’
ll
be
coming
;
it
will
hurt
him
to
see
her
.
Give
her
to
the
nurse
.
”
“
Anna
Arkadyevna
,
he
has
come
.
Here
he
is
!
”
said
the
midwife
,
trying
to
attract
her
attention
to
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
.
“
Oh
,
what
nonsense
!
”
Anna
went
on
,
not
seeing
her
husband
.
“
No
,
give
her
to
me
;
give
me
my
little
one
!
He
has
not
come
yet
.
You
say
he
won
’
t
forgive
me
,
because
you
don
’
t
know
him
.
No
one
knows
him
.
I
’
m
the
only
one
,
and
it
was
hard
for
me
even
.
His
eyes
I
ought
to
know
—
Seryozha
has
just
the
same
eyes
—
and
I
can
’
t
bear
to
see
them
because
of
it
.
Has
Seryozha
had
his
dinner
?
I
know
everyone
will
forget
him
.
He
would
not
forget
.
Seryozha
must
be
moved
into
the
corner
room
,
and
Mariette
must
be
asked
to
sleep
with
him
.
”
All
of
a
sudden
she
shrank
back
,
was
silent
;
and
in
terror
,
as
though
expecting
a
blow
,
as
though
to
defend
herself
,
she
raised
her
hands
to
her
face
.
She
had
seen
her
husband
.
“
No
,
no
!
”
she
began
.
“
I
am
not
afraid
of
him
;
I
am
afraid
of
death
.
Alexey
,
come
here
.
I
am
in
a
hurry
,
because
I
’
ve
no
time
,
I
’
ve
not
long
left
to
live
;
the
fever
will
begin
directly
and
I
shall
understand
nothing
more
.
Now
I
understand
,
I
understand
it
all
,
I
see
it
all
!
”
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
’
s
wrinkled
face
wore
an
expression
of
agony
;
he
took
her
by
the
hand
and
tried
to
say
something
,
but
he
could
not
utter
it
;
his
lower
lip
quivered
,
but
he
still
went
on
struggling
with
his
emotion
,
and
only
now
and
then
glanced
at
her
.
And
each
time
he
glanced
at
her
,
he
saw
her
eyes
gazing
at
him
with
such
passionate
and
triumphant
tenderness
as
he
had
never
seen
in
them
.
“
Wait
a
minute
,
you
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
stay
a
little
,
stay
!
.
.
.
”
She
stopped
,
as
though
collecting
her
ideas
.
“
Yes
,
”
she
began
;
“
yes
,
yes
,
yes
.
This
is
what
I
wanted
to
say
.
Don
’
t
be
surprised
at
me
.
I
’
m
still
the
same
.
.
.
.
But
there
is
another
woman
in
me
,
I
’
m
afraid
of
her
:
she
loved
that
man
,
and
I
tried
to
hate
you
,
and
could
not
forget
about
her
that
used
to
be
.
I
’
m
not
that
woman
.
Now
I
’
m
my
real
self
,
all
myself
.
I
’
m
dying
now
,
I
know
I
shall
die
,
ask
him
.
Even
now
I
feel
—
see
here
,
the
weights
on
my
feet
,
on
my
hands
,
on
my
fingers
.
My
fingers
—
see
how
huge
they
are
!
But
this
will
soon
all
be
over
.
.
.
.
Only
one
thing
I
want
:
forgive
me
,
forgive
me
quite
.
I
’
m
terrible
,
but
my
nurse
used
to
tell
me
;
the
holy
martyr
—
what
was
her
name
?
She
was
worse
.
And
I
’
ll
go
to
Rome
;
there
’
s
a
wilderness
,
and
there
I
shall
be
no
trouble
to
anyone
,
only
I
’
ll
take
Seryozha
and
the
little
one
.
.
.
.
No
,
you
can
’
t
forgive
me
!
I
know
,
it
can
’
t
be
forgiven
!
No
,
no
,
go
away
,
you
’
re
too
good
!
”
She
held
his
hand
in
one
burning
hand
,
while
she
pushed
him
away
with
the
other
.
