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“
Idiotic
!
Missed
!
”
he
said
,
fumbling
after
the
revolver
.
The
revolver
was
close
beside
him
—
he
sought
further
off
.
Still
feeling
for
it
,
he
stretched
out
to
the
other
side
,
and
not
being
strong
enough
to
keep
his
balance
,
fell
over
,
streaming
with
blood
.
The
elegant
,
whiskered
manservant
,
who
used
to
be
continually
complaining
to
his
acquaintances
of
the
delicacy
of
his
nerves
,
was
so
panic
-
stricken
on
seeing
his
master
lying
on
the
floor
,
that
he
left
him
losing
blood
while
he
ran
for
assistance
.
An
hour
later
Varya
,
his
brother
’
s
wife
,
had
arrived
,
and
with
the
assistance
of
three
doctors
,
whom
she
had
sent
for
in
all
directions
,
and
who
all
appeared
at
the
same
moment
,
she
got
the
wounded
man
to
bed
,
and
remained
to
nurse
him
.
The
mistake
made
by
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
in
that
,
when
preparing
for
seeing
his
wife
,
he
had
overlooked
the
possibility
that
her
repentance
might
be
sincere
,
and
he
might
forgive
her
,
and
she
might
not
die
—
this
mistake
was
two
months
after
his
return
from
Moscow
brought
home
to
him
in
all
its
significance
.
But
the
mistake
made
by
him
had
arisen
not
simply
from
his
having
overlooked
that
contingency
,
but
also
from
the
fact
that
until
that
day
of
his
interview
with
his
dying
wife
,
he
had
not
known
his
own
heart
.
At
his
sick
wife
’
s
bedside
he
had
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
given
way
to
that
feeling
of
sympathetic
suffering
always
roused
in
him
by
the
sufferings
of
others
,
and
hitherto
looked
on
by
him
with
shame
as
a
harmful
weakness
.
And
pity
for
her
,
and
remorse
for
having
desired
her
death
,
and
most
of
all
,
the
joy
of
forgiveness
,
made
him
at
once
conscious
,
not
simply
of
the
relief
of
his
own
sufferings
,
but
of
a
spiritual
peace
he
had
never
experienced
before
.
He
suddenly
felt
that
the
very
thing
that
was
the
source
of
his
sufferings
had
become
the
source
of
his
spiritual
joy
;
that
what
had
seemed
insoluble
while
he
was
judging
,
blaming
,
and
hating
,
had
become
clear
and
simple
when
he
forgave
and
loved
.
He
forgave
his
wife
and
pitied
her
for
her
sufferings
and
her
remorse
.
He
forgave
Vronsky
,
and
pitied
him
,
especially
after
reports
reached
him
of
his
despairing
action
.
He
felt
more
for
his
son
than
before
.
And
he
blamed
himself
now
for
having
taken
too
little
interest
in
him
.
But
for
the
little
newborn
baby
he
felt
a
quite
peculiar
sentiment
,
not
of
pity
,
only
,
but
of
tenderness
.
At
first
,
from
a
feeling
of
compassion
alone
,
he
had
been
interested
in
the
delicate
little
creature
,
who
was
not
his
child
,
and
who
was
cast
on
one
side
during
her
mother
’
s
illness
,
and
would
certainly
have
died
if
he
had
not
troubled
about
her
,
and
he
did
not
himself
observe
how
fond
he
became
of
her
.
He
would
go
into
the
nursery
several
times
a
day
,
and
sit
there
for
a
long
while
,
so
that
the
nurses
,
who
were
at
first
afraid
of
him
,
got
quite
used
to
his
presence
.
Sometimes
for
half
an
hour
at
a
stretch
he
would
sit
silently
gazing
at
the
saffron
-
red
,
downy
,
wrinkled
face
of
the
sleeping
baby
,
watching
the
movements
of
the
frowning
brows
,
and
the
fat
little
hands
,
with
clenched
fingers
,
that
rubbed
the
little
eyes
and
nose
.
At
such
moments
particularly
,
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
had
a
sense
of
perfect
peace
and
inward
harmony
,
and
saw
nothing
extraordinary
in
his
position
,
nothing
that
ought
to
be
changed
.
But
as
time
went
on
,
he
saw
more
and
more
distinctly
that
however
natural
the
position
now
seemed
to
him
,
he
would
not
long
be
allowed
to
remain
in
it
.
He
felt
that
besides
the
blessed
spiritual
force
controlling
his
soul
,
there
was
another
,
a
brutal
force
,
as
powerful
,
or
more
powerful
,
which
controlled
his
life
,
and
that
this
force
would
not
allow
him
that
humble
peace
he
longed
for
.
He
felt
that
everyone
was
looking
at
him
with
inquiring
wonder
,
that
he
was
not
understood
,
and
that
something
was
expected
of
him
.
Above
all
,
he
felt
the
instability
and
unnaturalness
of
his
relations
with
his
wife
.
When
the
softening
effect
of
the
near
approach
of
death
had
passed
away
,
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
began
to
notice
that
Anna
was
afraid
of
him
,
ill
at
ease
with
him
,
and
could
not
look
him
straight
in
the
face
.
She
seemed
to
be
wanting
,
and
not
daring
,
to
tell
him
something
;
and
as
though
foreseeing
their
present
relations
could
not
continue
,
she
seemed
to
be
expecting
something
from
him
.
Towards
the
end
of
February
it
happened
that
Anna
’
s
baby
daughter
,
who
had
been
named
Anna
too
,
fell
ill
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
was
in
the
nursery
in
the
morning
,
and
leaving
orders
for
the
doctor
to
be
sent
for
,
he
went
to
his
office
.
On
finishing
his
work
,
he
returned
home
at
four
.
Going
into
the
hall
he
saw
a
handsome
groom
,
in
a
braided
livery
and
a
bear
fur
cape
,
holding
a
white
fur
cloak
.
“
Who
is
here
?
”
asked
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
.
“
Princess
Elizaveta
Federovna
Tverskaya
,
”
the
groom
answered
,
and
it
seemed
to
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
that
he
grinned
.
