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“
Not
in
the
least
.
”
“
If
you
are
you
can
get
in
,
as
the
horses
are
quiet
and
walking
.
”
But
it
was
not
worth
while
to
get
in
,
they
were
quite
near
the
place
,
and
all
walked
on
together
.
Varenka
,
with
her
white
kerchief
on
her
black
hair
,
surrounded
by
the
children
,
gaily
and
good
-
humoredly
looking
after
them
,
and
at
the
same
time
visibly
excited
at
the
possibility
of
receiving
a
declaration
from
the
man
she
cared
for
,
was
very
attractive
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
walked
beside
her
,
and
never
left
off
admiring
her
.
Looking
at
her
,
he
recalled
all
the
delightful
things
he
had
heard
from
her
lips
,
all
the
good
he
knew
about
her
,
and
became
more
and
more
conscious
that
the
feeling
he
had
for
her
was
something
special
that
he
had
felt
long
,
long
ago
,
and
only
once
,
in
his
early
youth
.
The
feeling
of
happiness
in
being
near
her
continually
grew
,
and
at
last
reached
such
a
point
that
,
as
he
put
a
huge
,
slender
-
stalked
agaric
fungus
in
her
basket
,
he
looked
straight
into
her
face
,
and
noticing
the
flush
of
glad
and
alarmed
excitement
that
overspread
her
face
,
he
was
confused
himself
,
and
smiled
to
her
in
silence
a
smile
that
said
too
much
.
“
If
so
,
”
he
said
to
himself
,
“
I
ought
to
think
it
over
and
make
up
my
mind
,
and
not
give
way
like
a
boy
to
the
impulse
of
a
moment
.
”
“
I
’
m
going
to
pick
by
myself
apart
from
all
the
rest
,
or
else
my
efforts
will
make
no
show
,
”
he
said
,
and
he
left
the
edge
of
the
forest
where
they
were
walking
on
low
silky
grass
between
old
birch
trees
standing
far
apart
,
and
went
more
into
the
heart
of
the
wood
,
where
between
the
white
birch
trunks
there
were
gray
trunks
of
aspen
and
dark
bushes
of
hazel
.
Walking
some
forty
paces
away
,
Sergey
Ivanovitch
,
knowing
he
was
out
of
sight
,
stood
still
behind
a
bushy
spindle
-
tree
in
full
flower
with
its
rosy
red
catkins
.
It
was
perfectly
still
all
round
him
.
Only
overhead
in
the
birches
under
which
he
stood
,
the
flies
,
like
a
swarm
of
bees
,
buzzed
unceasingly
,
and
from
time
to
time
the
children
’
s
voices
were
floated
across
to
him
.
All
at
once
he
heard
,
not
far
from
the
edge
of
the
wood
,
the
sound
of
Varenka
’
s
contralto
voice
,
calling
Grisha
,
and
a
smile
of
delight
passed
over
Sergey
Ivanovitch
’
s
face
.
Conscious
of
this
smile
,
he
shook
his
head
disapprovingly
at
his
own
condition
,
and
taking
out
a
cigar
,
he
began
lighting
it
.
For
a
long
while
he
could
not
get
a
match
to
light
against
the
trunk
of
a
birch
tree
.
The
soft
scales
of
the
white
bark
rubbed
off
the
phosphorus
,
and
the
light
went
out
.
At
last
one
of
the
matches
burned
,
and
the
fragrant
cigar
smoke
,
hovering
uncertainly
in
flat
,
wide
coils
,
stretched
away
forwards
and
upwards
over
a
bush
under
the
overhanging
branches
of
a
birch
tree
.
Watching
the
streak
of
smoke
,
Sergey
Ivanovitch
walked
gently
on
,
deliberating
on
his
position
.
“
Why
not
?
”
he
thought
.
“
If
it
were
only
a
passing
fancy
or
a
passion
,
if
it
were
only
this
attraction
—
this
mutual
attraction
(
I
can
call
it
a
mutual
attraction
)
,
but
if
I
felt
that
it
was
in
contradiction
with
the
whole
bent
of
my
life
—
if
I
felt
that
in
giving
way
to
this
attraction
I
should
be
false
to
my
vocation
and
my
duty
.
.
.
but
it
’
s
not
so
.
The
only
thing
I
can
say
against
it
is
that
,
when
I
lost
Marie
,
I
said
to
myself
that
I
would
remain
faithful
to
her
memory
.
That
’
s
the
only
thing
I
can
say
against
my
feeling
.
.
.
.
That
’
s
a
great
thing
,
”
Sergey
Ivanovitch
said
to
himself
,
feeling
at
the
same
time
that
this
consideration
had
not
the
slightest
importance
for
him
personally
,
but
would
only
perhaps
detract
from
his
romantic
character
in
the
eyes
of
others
.
“
But
apart
from
that
,
however
much
I
searched
,
I
should
never
find
anything
to
say
against
my
feeling
.
If
I
were
choosing
by
considerations
of
suitability
alone
,
I
could
not
have
found
anything
better
.
”
However
many
women
and
girls
he
thought
of
whom
he
knew
,
he
could
not
think
of
a
girl
who
united
to
such
a
degree
all
,
positively
all
,
the
qualities
he
would
wish
to
see
in
his
wife
.
She
had
all
the
charm
and
freshness
of
youth
,
but
she
was
not
a
child
;
and
if
she
loved
him
,
she
loved
him
consciously
as
a
woman
ought
to
love
;
that
was
one
thing
.
Another
point
:
she
was
not
only
far
from
being
worldly
,
but
had
an
unmistakable
distaste
for
worldly
society
,
and
at
the
same
time
she
knew
the
world
,
and
had
all
the
ways
of
a
woman
of
the
best
society
,
which
were
absolutely
essential
to
Sergey
Ivanovitch
’
s
conception
of
the
woman
who
was
to
share
his
life
.
Thirdly
:
she
was
religious
,
and
not
like
a
child
,
unconsciously
religious
and
good
,
as
Kitty
,
for
example
,
was
,
but
her
life
was
founded
on
religious
principles
.
Even
in
trifling
matters
,
Sergey
Ivanovitch
found
in
her
all
that
he
wanted
in
his
wife
:
she
was
poor
and
alone
in
the
world
,
so
she
would
not
bring
with
her
a
mass
of
relations
and
their
influence
into
her
husband
’
s
house
,
as
he
saw
now
in
Kitty
’
s
case
.
She
would
owe
everything
to
her
husband
,
which
was
what
he
had
always
desired
too
for
his
future
family
life
