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“
Why
,
you
will
look
at
everything
in
the
worst
light
.
It
’
s
not
from
philanthropy
,
it
’
s
from
the
heart
.
They
—
that
is
,
Vronsky
—
had
a
trainer
,
an
Englishman
,
first
-
rate
in
his
own
line
,
but
a
drunkard
.
He
’
s
completely
given
up
to
drink
—
delirium
tremens
—
and
the
family
were
cast
on
the
world
.
She
saw
them
,
helped
them
,
got
more
and
more
interested
in
them
,
and
now
the
whole
family
is
on
her
hands
.
But
not
by
way
of
patronage
,
you
know
,
helping
with
money
;
she
’
s
herself
preparing
the
boys
in
Russian
for
the
high
school
,
and
she
’
s
taken
the
little
girl
to
live
with
her
.
But
you
’
ll
see
her
for
yourself
.
”
The
carriage
drove
into
the
courtyard
,
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
rang
loudly
at
the
entrance
where
sledges
were
standing
.
And
without
asking
the
servant
who
opened
the
door
whether
the
lady
were
at
home
,
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
walked
into
the
hall
.
Levin
followed
him
,
more
and
more
doubtful
whether
he
was
doing
right
or
wrong
.
Looking
at
himself
in
the
glass
,
Levin
noticed
that
he
was
red
in
the
face
,
but
he
felt
certain
he
was
not
drunk
,
and
he
followed
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
up
the
carpeted
stairs
.
At
the
top
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
inquired
of
the
footman
,
who
bowed
to
him
as
to
an
intimate
friend
,
who
was
with
Anna
Arkadyevna
,
and
received
the
answer
that
it
was
M
.
Vorkuev
.
“
Where
are
they
?
”
“
In
the
study
.
”
Passing
through
the
dining
-
room
,
a
room
not
very
large
,
with
dark
,
paneled
walls
,
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
and
Levin
walked
over
the
soft
carpet
to
the
half
-
dark
study
,
lighted
up
by
a
single
lamp
with
a
big
dark
shade
.
Another
lamp
with
a
reflector
was
hanging
on
the
wall
,
lighting
up
a
big
full
-
length
portrait
of
a
woman
,
which
Levin
could
not
help
looking
at
.
It
was
the
portrait
of
Anna
,
painted
in
Italy
by
Mihailov
.
While
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
went
behind
the
treillage
,
and
the
man
’
s
voice
which
had
been
speaking
paused
,
Levin
gazed
at
the
portrait
,
which
stood
out
from
the
frame
in
the
brilliant
light
thrown
on
it
,
and
he
could
not
tear
himself
away
from
it
.
He
positively
forgot
where
he
was
,
and
not
even
hearing
what
was
said
,
he
could
not
take
his
eyes
off
the
marvelous
portrait
.
It
was
not
a
picture
,
but
a
living
,
charming
woman
,
with
black
curling
hair
,
with
bare
arms
and
shoulders
,
with
a
pensive
smile
on
the
lips
,
covered
with
soft
down
;
triumphantly
and
softly
she
looked
at
him
with
eyes
that
baffled
him
.
She
was
not
living
only
because
she
was
more
beautiful
than
a
living
woman
can
be
.
“
I
am
delighted
!
”
He
heard
suddenly
near
him
a
voice
,
unmistakably
addressing
him
,
the
voice
of
the
very
woman
he
had
been
admiring
in
the
portrait
.
Anna
had
come
from
behind
the
treillage
to
meet
him
,
and
Levin
saw
in
the
dim
light
of
the
study
the
very
woman
of
the
portrait
,
in
a
dark
blue
shot
gown
,
not
in
the
same
position
nor
with
the
same
expression
,
but
with
the
same
perfection
of
beauty
which
the
artist
had
caught
in
the
portrait
She
was
less
dazzling
in
reality
,
but
,
on
the
other
hand
,
there
was
something
fresh
and
seductive
in
the
living
woman
which
was
not
in
the
portrait
.
She
had
risen
to
meet
him
,
not
concealing
her
pleasure
at
seeing
him
;
and
in
the
quiet
ease
with
which
she
held
out
her
little
vigorous
hand
,
introduced
him
to
Vorkuev
and
indicated
a
red
-
haired
,
pretty
little
girl
who
was
sitting
at
work
,
calling
her
her
pupil
,
Levin
recognized
and
liked
the
manners
of
a
woman
of
the
great
world
,
always
self
-
possessed
and
natural
.
