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“
Why
do
you
think
so
?
”
Levin
asked
her
,
when
she
had
followed
him
into
the
corridor
.
“
He
has
begun
picking
at
himself
,
”
said
Marya
Nikolaevna
.
“
How
do
you
mean
?
”
“
Like
this
,
”
she
said
,
tugging
at
the
folds
of
her
woolen
skirt
.
Levin
noticed
,
indeed
,
that
all
that
day
the
patient
pulled
at
himself
,
as
it
were
,
trying
to
snatch
something
away
.
Marya
Nikolaevna
’
s
prediction
came
true
.
Towards
night
the
sick
man
was
not
able
to
lift
his
hands
,
and
could
only
gaze
before
him
with
the
same
intensely
concentrated
expression
in
his
eyes
.
Even
when
his
brother
or
Kitty
bent
over
him
,
so
that
he
could
see
them
,
he
looked
just
the
same
.
Kitty
sent
for
the
priest
to
read
the
prayer
for
the
dying
.
While
the
priest
was
reading
it
,
the
dying
man
did
not
show
any
sign
of
life
;
his
eyes
were
closed
.
Levin
,
Kitty
,
and
Marya
Nikolaevna
stood
at
the
bedside
.
The
priest
had
not
quite
finished
reading
the
prayer
when
the
dying
man
stretched
,
sighed
,
and
opened
his
eyes
.
The
priest
,
on
finishing
the
prayer
,
put
the
cross
to
the
cold
forehead
,
then
slowly
returned
it
to
the
stand
,
and
after
standing
for
two
minutes
more
in
silence
,
he
touched
the
huge
,
bloodless
hand
that
was
turning
cold
“
He
is
gone
,
”
said
the
priest
,
and
would
have
moved
away
;
but
suddenly
there
was
a
faint
stir
in
the
mustaches
of
the
dead
man
that
seemed
glued
together
,
and
quite
distinctly
in
the
hush
they
heard
from
the
bottom
of
the
chest
the
sharply
defined
sounds
:
“
Not
quite
.
.
.
soon
.
”
And
a
minute
later
the
face
brightened
,
a
smile
came
out
under
the
mustaches
,
and
the
women
who
had
gathered
round
began
carefully
laying
out
the
corpse
.
The
sight
of
his
brother
,
and
the
nearness
of
death
,
revived
in
Levin
that
sense
of
horror
in
face
of
the
insoluble
enigma
,
together
with
the
nearness
and
inevitability
of
death
,
that
had
come
upon
him
that
autumn
evening
when
his
brother
had
come
to
him
.
This
feeling
was
now
even
stronger
than
before
;
even
less
than
before
did
he
feel
capable
of
apprehending
the
meaning
of
death
,
and
its
inevitability
rose
up
before
him
more
terrible
than
ever
.
But
now
,
thanks
to
his
wife
’
s
presence
,
that
feeling
did
not
reduce
him
to
despair
.
In
spite
of
death
,
he
felt
the
need
of
life
and
love
.
He
felt
that
love
saved
him
from
despair
,
and
that
this
love
,
under
the
menace
of
despair
,
had
become
still
stronger
and
purer
.
The
one
mystery
of
death
,
still
unsolved
,
had
scarcely
passed
before
his
eyes
,
when
another
mystery
had
arisen
,
as
insoluble
,
urging
him
to
love
and
to
life
.
