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“
Why
mine
?
”
said
Anna
.
“
After
yours
I
don
’
t
want
another
portrait
.
Better
have
one
of
Annie
”
(
so
she
called
her
baby
girl
)
.
“
Here
she
is
,
”
she
added
,
looking
out
of
the
window
at
the
handsome
Italian
nurse
,
who
was
carrying
the
child
out
into
the
garden
,
and
immediately
glancing
unnoticed
at
Vronsky
.
The
handsome
nurse
,
from
whom
Vronsky
was
painting
a
head
for
his
picture
,
was
the
one
hidden
grief
in
Anna
’
s
life
.
He
painted
with
her
as
his
model
,
admired
her
beauty
and
mediævalism
,
and
Anna
dared
not
confess
to
herself
that
she
was
afraid
of
becoming
jealous
of
this
nurse
,
and
was
for
that
reason
particularly
gracious
and
condescending
both
to
her
and
her
little
son
.
Vronsky
,
too
,
glanced
out
of
the
window
and
into
Anna
’
s
eyes
,
and
,
turning
at
once
to
Golenishtchev
,
he
said
:
“
Do
you
know
this
Mihailov
?
”
“
I
have
met
him
.
But
he
’
s
a
queer
fish
,
and
quite
without
breeding
.
You
know
,
one
of
those
uncouth
new
people
one
’
s
so
often
coming
across
nowadays
,
one
of
those
free
-
thinkers
you
know
,
who
are
reared
d
’
emblée
in
theories
of
atheism
,
scepticism
,
and
materialism
.
In
former
days
,
”
said
Golenishtchev
,
not
observing
,
or
not
willing
to
observe
,
that
both
Anna
and
Vronsky
wanted
to
speak
,
“
in
former
days
the
free
-
thinker
was
a
man
who
had
been
brought
up
in
ideas
of
religion
,
law
,
and
morality
,
and
only
through
conflict
and
struggle
came
to
free
-
thought
;
but
now
there
has
sprung
up
a
new
type
of
born
free
-
thinkers
who
grow
up
without
even
having
heard
of
principles
of
morality
or
of
religion
,
of
the
existence
of
authorities
,
who
grow
up
directly
in
ideas
of
negation
in
everything
,
that
is
to
say
,
savages
.
Well
,
he
’
s
of
that
class
.
He
’
s
the
son
,
it
appears
,
of
some
Moscow
butler
,
and
has
never
had
any
sort
of
bringing
-
up
.
When
he
got
into
the
academy
and
made
his
reputation
he
tried
,
as
he
’
s
no
fool
,
to
educate
himself
.
And
he
turned
to
what
seemed
to
him
the
very
source
of
culture
—
the
magazines
.
In
old
times
,
you
see
,
a
man
who
wanted
to
educate
himself
—
a
Frenchman
,
for
instance
—
would
have
set
to
work
to
study
all
the
classics
and
theologians
and
tragedians
and
historiaris
and
philosophers
,
and
,
you
know
,
all
the
intellectual
work
that
came
in
his
way
.
But
in
our
day
he
goes
straight
for
the
literature
of
negation
,
very
quickly
assimilates
all
the
extracts
of
the
science
of
negation
,
and
he
’
s
ready
.
And
that
’
s
not
all
—
twenty
years
ago
he
would
have
found
in
that
literature
traces
of
conflict
with
authorities
,
with
the
creeds
of
the
ages
;
he
would
have
perceived
from
this
conflict
that
there
was
something
else
;
but
now
he
comes
at
once
upon
a
literature
in
which
the
old
creeds
do
not
even
furnish
matter
for
discussion
,
but
it
is
stated
baldly
that
there
is
nothing
else
—
evolution
,
natural
selection
,
struggle
for
existence
—
and
that
’
s
all
.
In
my
article
I
’
ve
.
.
.
.
”
“
I
tell
you
what
,
”
said
Anna
,
who
had
for
a
long
while
been
exchanging
wary
glances
with
Vronsky
,
and
knew
that
he
was
not
in
the
least
interested
in
the
education
of
this
artist
,
but
was
simply
absorbed
by
the
idea
of
assisting
him
,
and
ordering
a
portrait
of
him
;
“
I
tell
you
what
,
”
she
said
,
resolutely
interrupting
Golenishtchev
,
who
was
still
talking
away
,
“
let
’
s
go
and
see
him
!
”
Golenishtchev
recovered
his
self
-
possession
and
readily
agreed
But
as
the
artist
lived
in
a
remote
suburb
,
it
was
decided
to
take
the
carriage
.
An
hour
later
Anna
,
with
Golenishtchev
by
her
side
and
Vronsky
on
the
front
seat
of
the
carriage
,
facing
them
,
drove
up
to
a
new
ugly
house
in
the
remote
suburb
.
On
learning
from
the
porter
’
s
wife
,
who
came
out
to
them
,
that
Mihailov
saw
visitors
at
his
studio
,
but
that
at
that
moment
he
was
in
his
lodging
only
a
couple
of
steps
off
,
they
sent
her
to
him
with
their
cards
,
asking
permission
to
see
his
picture
.
The
artist
Mihailov
was
,
as
always
,
at
work
when
the
cards
of
Count
Vronsky
and
Golenishtchev
were
brought
to
him
.
In
the
morning
he
had
been
working
in
his
studio
at
his
big
picture
.
On
getting
home
he
flew
into
a
rage
with
his
wife
for
not
having
managed
to
put
off
the
landlady
,
who
had
been
asking
for
money
.
