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Living
the
old
life
,
she
was
horrified
at
herself
,
at
her
utter
insurmountable
callousness
to
all
her
own
past
,
to
things
,
to
habits
,
to
the
people
she
had
loved
,
who
loved
her
—
to
her
mother
,
who
was
wounded
by
her
indifference
,
to
her
kind
,
tender
father
,
till
then
dearer
than
all
the
world
.
At
one
moment
she
was
horrified
at
this
indifference
,
at
another
she
rejoiced
at
what
had
brought
her
to
this
indifference
.
She
could
not
frame
a
thought
,
not
a
wish
apart
from
life
with
this
man
;
but
this
new
life
was
not
yet
,
and
she
could
not
even
picture
it
clearly
to
herself
.
There
was
only
anticipation
,
the
dread
and
joy
of
the
new
and
the
unknown
.
And
now
behold
—
anticipation
and
uncertainty
and
remorse
at
the
abandonment
of
the
old
life
—
all
was
ending
,
and
the
new
was
beginning
.
This
new
life
could
not
but
have
terrors
for
her
inexperience
;
but
,
terrible
or
not
,
the
change
had
been
wrought
six
weeks
before
in
her
soul
,
and
this
was
merely
the
final
sanction
of
what
had
long
been
completed
in
her
heart
.
Turning
again
to
the
lectern
,
the
priest
with
some
difficulty
took
Kitty
’
s
little
ring
,
and
asking
Levin
for
his
hand
,
put
it
on
the
first
joint
of
his
finger
.
“
The
servant
of
God
,
Konstantin
,
plights
his
troth
to
the
servant
of
God
,
Ekaterina
.
”
And
putting
his
big
ring
on
Kitty
’
s
touchingly
weak
,
pink
little
finger
,
the
priest
said
the
same
thing
.
And
the
bridal
pair
tried
several
times
to
understand
what
they
had
to
do
,
and
each
time
made
some
mistake
and
were
corrected
by
the
priest
in
a
whisper
At
last
,
having
duly
performed
the
ceremony
,
having
signed
the
rings
with
the
cross
,
the
priest
handed
Kitty
the
big
ring
,
and
Levin
the
little
one
.
Again
they
were
puzzled
,
and
passed
the
rings
from
hand
to
hand
,
still
without
doing
what
was
expected
.
Dolly
,
Tchirikov
,
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
stepped
forward
to
set
them
right
.
There
was
an
interval
of
hesitation
,
whispering
,
and
smiles
;
but
the
expression
of
solemn
emotion
on
the
faces
of
the
betrothed
pair
did
not
change
:
on
the
contrary
,
in
their
perplexity
over
their
hands
they
looked
more
grave
and
deeply
moved
than
before
,
and
the
smile
with
which
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
whispered
to
them
that
now
they
would
each
put
on
their
own
ring
died
away
on
his
lips
.
He
had
a
feeling
that
any
smile
would
jar
on
them
.
“
Thou
who
didst
from
the
beginning
create
male
and
female
,
”
the
priest
read
after
the
exchange
of
rings
,
“
from
Thee
woman
was
given
to
man
to
be
a
helpmeet
to
him
,
and
for
the
procreation
of
children
.
O
Lord
,
our
God
,
who
hast
poured
down
the
blessings
of
Thy
Truth
according
to
Thy
Holy
Covenant
upon
Thy
chosen
servants
,
our
fathers
,
from
generation
to
generation
,
bless
Thy
servants
Konstantin
and
Ekaterina
,
and
make
their
troth
fast
in
faith
,
and
union
of
hearts
,
and
truth
,
and
love
.
.
.
.
”
Levin
felt
more
and
more
that
all
his
ideas
of
marriage
,
all
his
dreams
of
how
he
would
order
his
life
,
were
mere
childishness
,
and
that
it
was
something
he
had
not
understood
hitherto
,
and
now
understood
less
than
ever
,
though
it
was
being
performed
upon
him
.
The
lump
in
his
throat
rose
higher
and
higher
,
tears
that
would
not
be
checked
came
into
his
eyes
.
In
the
church
there
was
all
Moscow
,
all
the
friends
and
relations
;
and
during
the
ceremony
of
plighting
troth
,
in
the
brilliantly
lighted
church
,
there
was
an
incessant
flow
of
discreetly
subdued
talk
in
the
circle
of
gaily
dressed
women
and
girls
,
and
men
in
white
ties
,
frockcoats
,
and
uniforms
.
The
talk
was
principally
kept
up
by
the
men
,
while
the
women
were
absorbed
in
watching
every
detail
of
the
ceremony
,
which
always
means
so
much
to
them
.
In
the
little
group
nearest
to
the
bride
were
her
two
sisters
:
Dolly
,
and
the
other
one
,
the
self
-
possessed
beauty
,
Madame
Lvova
,
who
had
just
arrived
from
abroad
.
“
Why
is
it
Marie
’
s
in
lilac
,
as
bad
as
black
,
at
a
wedding
?
”
said
Madame
Korsunskaya
.
