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Hearing
of
the
close
intimacy
between
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
and
Countess
Lidia
Ivanovna
,
Anna
decided
on
the
third
day
to
write
to
her
a
letter
,
which
cost
her
great
pains
,
and
in
which
she
intentionally
said
that
permission
to
see
her
son
must
depend
on
her
husband
’
s
generosity
.
She
knew
that
if
the
letter
were
shown
to
her
husband
,
he
would
keep
up
his
character
of
magnanimity
,
and
would
not
refuse
her
request
.
The
commissionaire
who
took
the
letter
had
brought
her
back
the
most
cruel
and
unexpected
answer
,
that
there
was
no
answer
.
She
had
never
felt
so
humiliated
as
at
the
moment
when
,
sending
for
the
commissionaire
,
she
heard
from
him
the
exact
account
of
how
he
had
waited
,
and
how
afterwards
he
had
been
told
there
was
no
answer
.
Anna
felt
humiliated
,
insulted
,
but
she
saw
that
from
her
point
of
view
Countess
Lidia
Ivanovna
was
right
.
Her
suffering
was
the
more
poignant
that
she
had
to
bear
it
in
solitude
.
She
could
not
and
would
not
share
it
with
Vronsky
.
She
knew
that
to
him
,
although
he
was
the
primary
cause
of
her
distress
,
the
question
of
her
seeing
her
son
would
seem
a
matter
of
very
little
consequence
.
She
knew
that
he
would
never
be
capable
of
understanding
all
the
depth
of
her
suffering
,
that
for
his
cool
tone
at
any
allusion
to
it
she
would
begin
to
hate
him
.
And
she
dreaded
that
more
than
anything
in
the
world
,
and
so
she
hid
from
him
everything
that
related
to
her
son
.
Spending
the
whole
day
at
home
she
considered
ways
of
seeing
her
son
,
and
had
reached
a
decision
to
write
to
her
husband
.
She
was
just
composing
this
letter
when
she
was
handed
the
letter
from
Lidia
Ivanovna
.
The
countess
’
s
silence
had
subdued
and
depressed
her
,
but
the
letter
,
all
that
she
read
between
the
lines
in
it
,
so
exasperated
her
,
this
malice
was
so
revolting
beside
her
passionate
,
legitimate
tenderness
for
her
son
,
that
she
turned
against
other
people
and
left
off
blaming
herself
.
“
This
coldness
—
this
pretense
of
feeling
!
”
she
said
to
herself
.
“
They
must
needs
insult
me
and
torture
the
child
,
and
I
am
to
submit
to
it
!
Not
on
any
consideration
!
She
is
worse
than
I
am
.
I
don
’
t
lie
,
anyway
.
”
And
she
decided
on
the
spot
that
next
day
,
Seryozha
’
s
birthday
,
she
would
go
straight
to
her
husband
’
s
house
,
bribe
or
deceive
the
servants
,
but
at
any
cost
see
her
son
and
overturn
the
hideous
deception
with
which
they
were
encompassing
the
unhappy
child
.
She
went
to
a
toy
shop
,
bought
toys
and
thought
over
a
plan
of
action
.
She
would
go
early
in
the
morning
at
eight
o
’
clock
,
when
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
would
be
certain
not
to
be
up
.
She
would
have
money
in
her
hand
to
give
the
hall
-
porter
and
the
footman
,
so
that
they
should
let
her
in
,
and
not
raising
her
veil
,
she
would
say
that
she
had
come
from
Seryozha
’
s
godfather
to
congratulate
him
,
and
that
she
had
been
charged
to
leave
the
toys
at
his
bedside
.
She
had
prepared
everything
but
the
words
she
should
say
to
her
son
.
Often
as
she
had
dreamed
of
it
,
she
could
never
think
of
anything
.
The
next
day
,
at
eight
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
,
Anna
got
out
of
a
hired
sledge
and
rang
at
the
front
entrance
of
her
former
home
.
“
Run
and
see
what
’
s
wanted
.
Some
lady
,
”
said
Kapitonitch
,
who
,
not
yet
dressed
,
in
his
overcoat
and
galoshes
,
had
peeped
out
of
the
window
and
seen
a
lady
in
a
veil
standing
close
up
to
the
door
.
His
assistant
,
a
lad
Anna
did
not
know
,
had
no
sooner
opened
the
door
to
her
than
she
came
in
,
and
pulling
a
three
-
rouble
note
out
of
her
muff
put
it
hurriedly
into
his
hand
.
“
Seryozha
—
Sergey
Alexeitch
,
”
she
said
,
and
was
going
on
.
Scrutinizing
the
note
,
the
porter
’
s
assistant
stopped
her
at
the
second
glass
door
.
“
Whom
do
you
want
?
”
he
asked
.
