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“
Take
the
bride
’
s
hand
and
lead
her
up
,
”
the
best
man
said
to
Levin
.
It
was
a
long
while
before
Levin
could
make
out
what
was
expected
of
him
.
For
a
long
time
they
tried
to
set
him
right
and
made
him
begin
again
—
because
he
kept
taking
Kitty
by
the
wrong
arm
or
with
the
wrong
arm
—
till
he
understood
at
last
that
what
he
had
to
do
was
,
without
changing
his
position
,
to
take
her
right
hand
in
his
right
hand
.
When
at
last
he
had
taken
the
bride
’
s
hand
in
the
correct
way
,
the
priest
walked
a
few
paces
in
front
of
them
and
stopped
at
the
lectern
.
The
crowd
of
friends
and
relations
moved
after
them
,
with
a
buzz
of
talk
and
a
rustle
of
skirts
.
Someone
stooped
down
and
pulled
out
the
bride
’
s
train
.
The
church
became
so
still
that
the
drops
of
wax
could
be
heard
falling
from
the
candles
.
The
little
old
priest
in
his
ecclesiastical
cap
,
with
his
long
silvery
-
gray
locks
of
hair
parted
behind
his
ears
,
was
fumbling
with
something
at
the
lectern
,
putting
out
his
little
old
hands
from
under
the
heavy
silver
vestment
with
the
gold
cross
on
the
back
of
it
.
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
approached
him
cautiously
,
whispered
something
,
and
making
a
sign
to
Levin
,
walked
back
again
.
The
priest
lighted
two
candles
,
wreathed
with
flowers
,
and
holding
them
sideways
so
that
the
wax
dropped
slowly
from
them
he
turned
,
facing
the
bridal
pair
.
The
priest
was
the
same
old
man
that
had
confessed
Levin
.
He
looked
with
weary
and
melancholy
eyes
at
the
bride
and
bridegroom
,
sighed
,
and
putting
his
right
hand
out
from
his
vestment
,
blessed
the
bridegroom
with
it
,
and
also
with
a
shade
of
solicitous
tenderness
laid
the
crossed
fingers
on
the
bowed
head
of
Kitty
.
Then
he
gave
them
the
candles
,
and
taking
the
censer
,
moved
slowly
away
from
them
.
“
Can
it
be
true
?
”
thought
Levin
,
and
he
looked
round
at
his
bride
.
Looking
down
at
her
he
saw
her
face
in
profile
,
and
from
the
scarcely
perceptible
quiver
of
her
lips
and
eyelashes
he
knew
she
was
aware
of
his
eyes
upon
her
.
She
did
not
look
round
,
but
the
high
scalloped
collar
,
that
reached
her
little
pink
ear
,
trembled
faintly
.
He
saw
that
a
sigh
was
held
back
in
her
throat
,
and
the
little
hand
in
the
long
glove
shook
as
it
held
the
candle
.
All
the
fuss
of
the
shirt
,
of
being
late
,
all
the
talk
of
friends
and
relations
,
their
annoyance
,
his
ludicrous
position
—
all
suddenly
passed
away
and
he
was
filled
with
joy
and
dread
.
The
handsome
,
stately
head
-
deacon
wearing
a
silver
robe
and
his
curly
locks
standing
out
at
each
side
of
his
head
,
stepped
smartly
forward
,
and
lifting
his
stole
on
two
fingers
,
stood
opposite
the
priest
.
“
Blessed
be
the
name
of
the
Lord
,
”
the
solemn
syllables
rang
out
slowly
one
after
another
,
setting
the
air
quivering
with
waves
of
sound
.
