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At
the
other
door
there
was
the
sound
of
steps
,
and
the
nurse
in
a
scared
whisper
said
,
“
He
’
s
coming
,
”
and
gave
Anna
her
hat
.
Seryozha
sank
onto
the
bed
and
sobbed
,
hiding
his
face
in
his
hands
.
Anna
removed
his
hands
,
once
more
kissed
his
wet
face
,
and
with
rapid
steps
went
to
the
door
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
walked
in
,
meeting
her
.
Seeing
her
,
he
stopped
short
and
bowed
his
head
.
Although
she
had
just
said
he
was
better
and
kinder
than
she
,
in
the
rapid
glance
she
flung
at
him
,
taking
in
his
whole
figure
in
all
its
details
,
feelings
of
repulsion
and
hatred
for
him
and
jealousy
over
her
son
took
possession
of
her
.
With
a
swift
gesture
she
put
down
her
veil
,
and
,
quickening
her
pace
,
almost
ran
out
of
the
room
.
She
had
not
time
to
undo
,
and
so
carried
back
with
her
,
the
parcel
of
toys
she
had
chosen
the
day
before
in
a
toy
shop
with
such
love
and
sorrow
.
As
intensely
as
Anna
had
longed
to
see
her
son
,
and
long
as
she
had
been
thinking
of
it
and
preparing
herself
for
it
,
she
had
not
in
the
least
expected
that
seeing
him
would
affect
her
so
deeply
.
On
getting
back
to
her
lonely
rooms
in
the
hotel
she
could
not
for
a
long
while
understand
why
she
was
there
.
“
Yes
,
it
’
s
all
over
,
and
I
am
again
alone
,
”
she
said
to
herself
,
and
without
taking
off
her
hat
she
sat
down
in
a
low
chair
by
the
hearth
.
Fixing
her
eyes
on
a
bronze
clock
standing
on
a
table
between
the
windows
,
she
tried
to
think
.
The
French
maid
brought
from
abroad
came
in
to
suggest
she
should
dress
.
She
gazed
at
her
wonderingly
and
said
,
“
Presently
.
”
A
footman
offered
her
coffee
.
“
Later
on
,
”
she
said
.
The
Italian
nurse
,
after
having
taken
the
baby
out
in
her
best
,
came
in
with
her
,
and
brought
her
to
Anna
.
The
plump
,
well
-
fed
little
baby
,
on
seeing
her
mother
,
as
she
always
did
,
held
out
her
fat
little
hands
,
and
with
a
smile
on
her
toothless
mouth
,
began
,
like
a
fish
with
a
float
,
bobbing
her
fingers
up
and
down
the
starched
folds
of
her
embroidered
skirt
,
making
them
rustle
.
It
was
impossible
not
to
smile
,
not
to
kiss
the
baby
,
impossible
not
to
hold
out
a
finger
for
her
to
clutch
,
crowing
and
prancing
all
over
;
impossible
not
to
offer
her
a
lip
which
she
sucked
into
her
little
mouth
by
way
of
a
kiss
.
And
all
this
Anna
did
,
and
took
her
in
her
arms
and
made
her
dance
,
and
kissed
her
fresh
little
cheek
and
bare
little
elbows
;
but
at
the
sight
of
this
child
it
was
plainer
than
ever
to
her
that
the
feeling
she
had
for
her
could
not
be
called
love
in
comparison
with
what
she
felt
for
Seryozha
.
Everything
in
this
baby
was
charming
,
but
for
some
reason
all
this
did
not
go
deep
to
her
heart
.
On
her
first
child
,
though
the
child
of
an
unloved
father
,
had
been
concentrated
all
the
love
that
had
never
found
satisfaction
.
Her
baby
girl
had
been
born
in
the
most
painful
circumstances
and
had
not
had
a
hundredth
part
of
the
care
and
thought
which
had
been
concentrated
on
her
first
child
.
Besides
,
in
the
little
girl
everything
was
still
in
the
future
,
while
Seryozha
was
by
now
almost
a
personality
,
and
a
personality
dearly
loved
.
In
him
there
was
a
conflict
of
thought
and
feeling
;
he
understood
her
,
he
loved
her
,
he
judged
her
,
she
thought
,
recalling
his
words
and
his
eyes
.
And
she
was
forever
—
not
physically
only
but
spiritually
—
divided
from
him
,
and
it
was
impossible
to
set
this
right
.
She
gave
the
baby
back
to
the
nurse
,
let
her
go
,
and
opened
the
locket
in
which
there
was
Seryozha
’
s
portrait
when
he
was
almost
of
the
same
age
as
the
girl
.
She
got
up
,
and
,
taking
off
her
hat
,
took
up
from
a
little
table
an
album
in
which
there
were
photographs
of
her
son
at
different
ages
.
She
wanted
to
compare
them
,
and
began
taking
them
out
of
the
album
.
She
took
them
all
out
except
one
,
the
latest
and
best
photograph
.
In
it
he
was
in
a
white
smock
,
sitting
astride
a
chair
,
with
frowning
eyes
and
smiling
lips
.
It
was
his
best
,
most
characteristic
expression
.
With
her
little
supple
hands
,
her
white
,
delicate
fingers
,
that
moved
with
a
peculiar
intensity
today
,
she
pulled
at
a
corner
of
the
photograph
,
but
the
photograph
had
caught
somewhere
,
and
she
could
not
get
it
out
.
