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With
the
dying
man
’
s
hand
in
his
hand
,
he
sat
for
half
an
hour
,
an
hour
,
another
hour
.
He
did
not
think
of
death
at
all
now
.
He
wondered
what
Kitty
was
doing
;
who
lived
in
the
next
room
;
whether
the
doctor
lived
in
a
house
of
his
own
.
He
longed
for
food
and
for
sleep
.
He
cautiously
drew
away
his
hand
and
felt
the
feet
.
The
feet
were
cold
,
but
the
sick
man
was
still
breathing
.
Levin
tried
again
to
move
away
on
tiptoe
,
but
the
sick
man
stirred
again
and
said
:
“
Don
’
t
go
.
”
The
dawn
came
;
the
sick
man
’
s
condition
was
unchanged
.
Levin
stealthily
withdrew
his
hand
,
and
without
looking
at
the
dying
man
,
went
off
to
his
own
room
and
went
to
sleep
.
When
he
woke
up
,
instead
of
news
of
his
brother
’
s
death
which
he
expected
,
he
learned
that
the
sick
man
had
returned
to
his
earlier
condition
.
He
had
begun
sitting
up
again
,
coughing
,
had
begun
eating
again
,
talking
again
,
and
again
had
ceased
to
talk
of
death
,
again
had
begun
to
express
hope
of
his
recovery
,
and
had
become
more
irritable
and
more
gloomy
than
ever
.
No
one
,
neither
his
brother
nor
Kitty
,
could
soothe
him
.
He
was
angry
with
everyone
,
and
said
nasty
things
to
everyone
,
reproached
everyone
for
his
sufferings
,
and
insisted
that
they
should
get
him
a
celebrated
doctor
from
Moscow
.
To
all
inquiries
made
him
as
to
how
he
felt
,
he
made
the
same
answer
with
an
expression
of
vindictive
reproachfulness
,
“
I
’
m
suffering
horribly
,
intolerably
!
”
The
sick
man
was
suffering
more
and
more
,
especially
from
bedsores
,
which
it
was
impossible
now
to
remedy
,
and
grew
more
and
more
angry
with
everyone
about
him
,
blaming
them
for
everything
,
and
especially
for
not
having
brought
him
a
doctor
from
Moscow
.
Kitty
tried
in
every
possible
way
to
relieve
him
,
to
soothe
him
;
but
it
was
all
in
vain
,
and
Levin
saw
that
she
herself
was
exhausted
both
physically
and
morally
,
though
she
would
not
admit
it
.
The
sense
of
death
,
which
had
been
evoked
in
all
by
his
taking
leave
of
life
on
the
night
when
he
had
sent
for
his
brother
,
was
broken
up
.
Everyone
knew
that
he
must
inevitably
die
soon
,
that
he
was
half
dead
already
.
Everyone
wished
for
nothing
but
that
he
should
die
as
soon
as
possible
,
and
everyone
,
concealing
this
,
gave
him
medicines
,
tried
to
find
remedies
and
doctors
,
and
deceived
him
and
themselves
and
each
other
.
All
this
was
falsehood
,
disgusting
,
irreverent
deceit
.
And
owing
to
the
bent
of
his
character
,
and
because
he
loved
the
dying
man
more
than
anyone
else
did
,
Levin
was
most
painfully
conscious
of
this
deceit
.
Levin
,
who
had
long
been
possessed
by
the
idea
of
reconciling
his
brothers
,
at
least
in
face
of
death
,
had
written
to
his
brother
,
Sergey
Ivanovitch
,
and
having
received
an
answer
from
him
,
he
read
this
letter
to
the
sick
man
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
wrote
that
he
could
not
come
himself
,
and
in
touching
terms
he
begged
his
brother
’
s
forgiveness
.
The
sick
man
said
nothing
.
“
What
am
I
to
write
to
him
?
”
said
Levin
.
“
I
hope
you
are
not
angry
with
him
?
”
“
No
,
not
the
least
!
”
Nikolay
answered
,
vexed
at
the
question
.
“
Tell
him
to
send
me
a
doctor
.
”
Three
more
days
of
agony
followed
;
the
sick
man
was
still
in
the
same
condition
.
The
sense
of
longing
for
his
death
was
felt
by
everyone
now
at
the
mere
sight
of
him
,
by
the
waiters
and
the
hotel
-
keeper
and
all
the
people
staying
in
the
hotel
,
and
the
doctor
and
Marya
Nikolaevna
and
Levin
and
Kitty
.
The
sick
man
alone
did
not
express
this
feeling
,
but
on
the
contrary
was
furious
at
their
not
getting
him
doctors
,
and
went
on
taking
medicine
and
talking
of
life
.
Only
at
rare
moments
,
when
the
opium
gave
him
an
instant
’
s
relief
from
the
never
-
ceasing
pain
,
he
would
sometimes
,
half
asleep
,
utter
what
was
ever
more
intense
in
his
heart
than
in
all
the
others
:
“
Oh
,
if
it
were
only
the
end
!
”
or
:
“
When
will
it
be
over
?
”
His
sufferings
,
steadily
growing
more
intense
,
did
their
work
and
prepared
him
for
death
.
There
was
no
position
in
which
he
was
not
in
pain
,
there
was
not
a
minute
in
which
he
was
unconscious
of
it
,
not
a
limb
,
not
a
part
of
his
body
that
did
not
ache
and
cause
him
agony
.
Even
the
memories
,
the
impressions
,
the
thoughts
of
this
body
awakened
in
him
now
the
same
aversion
as
the
body
itself
.
The
sight
of
other
people
,
their
remarks
,
his
own
reminiscences
,
everything
was
for
him
a
source
of
agony
.
Those
about
him
felt
this
,
and
instinctively
did
not
allow
themselves
to
move
freely
,
to
talk
,
to
express
their
wishes
before
him
.
All
his
life
was
merged
in
the
one
feeling
of
suffering
and
desire
to
be
rid
of
it
.
