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It
was
only
in
the
third
month
of
their
married
life
,
after
their
return
from
Moscow
,
where
they
had
been
staying
for
a
month
,
that
their
life
began
to
go
more
smoothly
.
They
had
just
come
back
from
Moscow
,
and
were
glad
to
be
alone
.
He
was
sitting
at
the
writing
-
table
in
his
study
,
writing
.
She
,
wearing
the
dark
lilac
dress
she
had
worn
during
the
first
days
of
their
married
life
,
and
put
on
again
today
,
a
dress
particularly
remembered
and
loved
by
him
,
was
sitting
on
the
sofa
,
the
same
old
-
fashioned
leather
sofa
which
had
always
stood
in
the
study
in
Levin
’
s
father
’
s
and
grandfather
’
s
days
.
She
was
sewing
at
broderie
anglaise
.
He
thought
and
wrote
,
never
losing
the
happy
consciousness
of
her
presence
.
His
work
,
both
on
the
land
and
on
the
book
,
in
which
the
principles
of
the
new
land
system
were
to
be
laid
down
,
had
not
been
abandoned
;
but
just
as
formerly
these
pursuits
and
ideas
had
seemed
to
him
petty
and
trivial
in
comparison
with
the
darkness
that
overspread
all
life
,
now
they
seemed
as
unimportant
and
petty
in
comparison
with
the
life
that
lay
before
him
suffused
with
the
brilliant
light
of
happiness
.
He
went
on
with
his
work
,
but
he
felt
now
that
the
center
of
gravity
of
his
attention
had
passed
to
something
else
,
and
that
consequently
he
looked
at
his
work
quite
differently
and
more
clearly
.
Formerly
this
work
had
been
for
him
an
escape
from
life
.
Formerly
he
had
felt
that
without
this
work
his
life
would
be
too
gloomy
.
Now
these
pursuits
were
necessary
for
him
that
life
might
not
be
too
uniformly
bright
.
Taking
up
his
manuscript
,
reading
through
what
he
had
written
,
he
found
with
pleasure
that
the
work
was
worth
his
working
at
.
Many
of
his
old
ideas
seemed
to
him
superfluous
and
extreme
,
but
many
blanks
became
distinct
to
him
when
he
reviewed
the
whole
thing
in
his
memory
.
He
was
writing
now
a
new
chapter
on
the
causes
of
the
present
disastrous
condition
of
agriculture
in
Russia
.
He
maintained
that
the
poverty
of
Russia
arises
not
merely
from
the
anomalous
distribution
of
landed
property
and
misdirected
reforms
,
but
that
what
had
contributed
of
late
years
to
this
result
was
the
civilization
from
without
abnormally
grafted
upon
Russia
,
especially
facilities
of
communication
,
as
railways
,
leading
to
centralization
in
towns
,
the
development
of
luxury
,
and
the
consequent
development
of
manufactures
,
credit
and
its
accompaniment
of
speculation
—
all
to
the
detriment
of
agriculture
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
in
a
normal
development
of
wealth
in
a
state
all
these
phenomena
would
arise
only
when
a
considerable
amount
of
labor
had
been
put
into
agriculture
,
when
it
had
come
under
regular
,
or
at
least
definite
,
conditions
;
that
the
wealth
of
a
country
ought
to
increase
proportionally
,
and
especially
in
such
a
way
that
other
sources
of
wealth
should
not
outstrip
agriculture
;
that
in
harmony
with
a
certain
stage
of
agriculture
there
should
be
means
of
communication
corresponding
to
it
,
and
that
in
our
unsettled
condition
of
the
land
,
railways
,
called
into
being
by
political
and
not
by
economic
needs
,
were
premature
,
and
instead
of
promoting
agriculture
,
as
was
expected
of
them
,
they
were
competing
with
agriculture
and
promoting
the
development
of
manufactures
and
credit
,
and
so
arresting
its
progress
;
and
that
just
as
the
one
-
sided
and
premature
development
of
one
organ
in
an
animal
would
hinder
its
general
development
,
so
in
the
general
development
of
wealth
in
Russia
,
credit
,
facilities
of
communication
,
manufacturing
activity
,
indubitably
necessary
in
Europe
,
where
they
had
arisen
in
their
proper
time
,
had
with
us
only
done
harm
,
by
throwing
into
the
background
the
chief
question
calling
for
settlement
—
the
question
of
the
organization
of
agriculture
.
While
he
was
writing
his
ideas
she
was
thinking
how
unnaturally
cordial
her
husband
had
been
to
young
Prince
Tcharsky
,
who
had
,
with
great
want
of
tact
,
flirted
with
her
the
day
before
they
left
Moscow
.
“
He
’
s
jealous
,
”
she
thought
.
“
Goodness
!
how
sweet
and
silly
he
is
!
He
’
s
jealous
of
me
!
If
he
knew
that
I
think
no
more
of
them
than
of
Piotr
the
cook
,
”
she
thought
,
looking
at
his
head
and
red
neck
with
a
feeling
of
possession
strange
to
herself
.
“
Though
it
’
s
a
pity
to
take
him
from
his
work
(
but
he
has
plenty
of
time
!
)
,
I
must
look
at
his
face
;
will
he
feel
I
’
m
looking
at
him
?
I
wish
he
’
d
turn
round
.
.
.
I
’
ll
will
him
to
!
”
and
she
opened
her
eyes
wide
,
as
though
to
intensify
the
influence
of
her
gaze
.
“
Yes
,
they
draw
away
all
the
sap
and
give
a
false
appearance
of
prosperity
,
”
he
muttered
,
stopping
to
write
,
and
,
feeling
that
she
was
looking
at
him
and
smiling
,
he
looked
round
.
“
Well
?
”
he
queried
,
smiling
,
and
getting
up
.
“
He
looked
round
,
”
she
thought
.
“
It
’
s
nothing
;
I
wanted
you
to
look
round
,
”
she
said
,
watching
him
,
and
trying
to
guess
whether
he
was
vexed
at
being
interrupted
or
not
.
