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“
No
,
what
is
to
be
done
!
”
said
Levin
,
with
smothered
fury
.
“
And
these
fools
of
open
waistcoats
!
Out
of
the
question
!
”
he
said
,
looking
at
the
crumpled
front
of
his
shirt
.
“
And
what
if
the
things
have
been
taken
on
to
the
railway
station
!
”
he
roared
in
desperation
.
“
Then
you
must
put
on
mine
.
”
“
I
ought
to
have
done
so
long
ago
,
if
at
all
.
”
“
It
’
s
not
nice
to
look
ridiculous
.
.
.
.
Wait
a
bit
!
it
will
come
round
.
”
The
point
was
that
when
Levin
asked
for
his
evening
suit
,
Kouzma
,
his
old
servant
,
had
brought
him
the
coat
,
waistcoat
,
and
everything
that
was
wanted
.
“
But
the
shirt
!
”
cried
Levin
“
You
’
ve
got
a
shirt
on
,
”
Kouzma
answered
,
with
a
placid
smile
.
Kouzma
had
not
thought
of
leaving
out
a
clean
shirt
,
and
on
receiving
instructions
to
pack
up
everything
and
send
it
round
to
the
Shtcherbatskys
’
house
,
from
which
the
young
people
were
to
set
out
the
same
evening
,
he
had
done
so
,
packing
everything
but
the
dress
suit
.
The
shirt
worn
since
the
morning
was
crumpled
and
out
of
the
question
with
the
fashionable
open
waistcoat
.
It
was
a
long
way
to
send
to
the
Shtcherbatskys
’
.
They
sent
out
to
buy
a
shirt
.
The
servant
came
back
;
everything
was
shut
up
—
it
was
Sunday
.
They
sent
to
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
’
s
and
brought
a
shirt
—
it
was
impossibly
wide
and
short
.
They
sent
finally
to
the
Shtcherbatskys
’
to
unpack
the
things
.
The
bridegroom
was
expected
at
the
church
while
he
was
pacing
up
and
down
his
room
like
a
wild
beast
in
a
cage
,
peeping
out
into
the
corridor
,
and
with
horror
and
despair
recalling
what
absurd
things
he
had
said
to
Kitty
and
what
she
might
be
thinking
now
.
At
last
the
guilty
Kouzma
flew
panting
into
the
room
with
the
shirt
.
“
Only
just
in
time
.
They
were
just
lifting
it
into
the
van
,
”
said
Kouzma
.
