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During
the
game
Darya
Alexandrovna
was
not
enjoying
herself
.
She
did
not
like
the
light
tone
of
raillery
that
was
kept
up
all
the
time
between
Vassenka
Veslovsky
and
Anna
,
and
the
unnaturalness
altogether
of
grown
-
up
people
,
all
alone
without
children
,
playing
at
a
child
’
s
game
.
But
to
avoid
breaking
up
the
party
and
to
get
through
the
time
somehow
,
after
a
rest
she
joined
the
game
again
,
and
pretended
to
be
enjoying
it
.
All
that
day
it
seemed
to
her
as
though
she
were
acting
in
a
theater
with
actors
cleverer
than
she
,
and
that
her
bad
acting
was
spoiling
the
whole
performance
.
She
had
come
with
the
intention
of
staying
two
days
,
if
all
went
well
.
But
in
the
evening
,
during
the
game
,
she
made
up
her
mind
that
she
would
go
home
next
day
.
The
maternal
cares
and
worries
,
which
she
had
so
hated
on
the
way
,
now
,
after
a
day
spent
without
them
,
struck
her
in
quite
another
light
,
and
tempted
her
back
to
them
.
When
,
after
evening
tea
and
a
row
by
night
in
the
boat
,
Darya
Alexandrovna
went
alone
to
her
room
,
took
off
her
dress
,
and
began
arranging
her
thin
hair
for
the
night
,
she
had
a
great
sense
of
relief
It
was
positively
disagreeable
to
her
to
think
that
Anna
was
coming
to
see
her
immediately
.
She
longed
to
be
alone
with
her
own
thoughts
.
Dolly
was
wanting
to
go
to
bed
when
Anna
came
in
to
see
her
,
attired
for
the
night
.
In
the
course
of
the
day
Anna
had
several
times
begun
to
speak
of
matters
near
her
heart
,
and
every
time
after
a
few
words
she
had
stopped
:
“
Afterwards
,
by
ourselves
,
we
’
ll
talk
about
everything
.
I
’
ve
got
so
much
I
want
to
tell
you
,
”
she
said
.
Now
they
were
by
themselves
,
and
Anna
did
not
know
what
to
talk
about
.
She
sat
in
the
window
looking
at
Dolly
,
and
going
over
in
her
own
mind
all
the
stores
of
intimate
talk
which
had
seemed
so
inexhaustible
beforehand
,
and
she
found
nothing
.
At
that
moment
it
seemed
to
her
that
everything
had
been
said
already
.
“
Well
,
what
of
Kitty
?
”
she
said
with
a
heavy
sigh
,
looking
penitently
at
Dolly
.
“
Tell
me
the
truth
,
Dolly
:
isn
’
t
she
angry
with
me
?
”
“
Angry
?
Oh
,
no
!
”
said
Darya
Alexandrovna
,
smiling
.
“
But
she
hates
me
,
despises
me
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
!
But
you
know
that
sort
of
thing
isn
’
t
forgiven
.
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
said
Anna
,
turning
away
and
looking
out
of
the
open
window
.
“
But
I
was
not
to
blame
.
And
who
is
to
blame
?
What
’
s
the
meaning
of
being
to
blame
?
Could
it
have
been
otherwise
?
What
do
you
think
?
Could
it
possibly
have
happened
that
you
didn
’
t
become
the
wife
of
Stiva
?
”
