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But
when
he
came
back
from
the
doctor
’
s
and
saw
her
sufferings
again
,
he
fell
to
repeating
more
and
more
frequently
:
“
Lord
,
have
mercy
on
us
,
and
succor
us
!
”
He
sighed
,
and
flung
his
head
up
,
and
began
to
feel
afraid
he
could
not
bear
it
,
that
he
would
burst
into
tears
or
run
away
.
Such
agony
it
was
to
him
.
And
only
one
hour
had
passed
.
But
after
that
hour
there
passed
another
hour
,
two
hours
,
three
,
the
full
five
hours
he
had
fixed
as
the
furthest
limit
of
his
sufferings
,
and
the
position
was
still
unchanged
;
and
he
was
still
bearing
it
because
there
was
nothing
to
be
done
but
bear
it
;
every
instant
feeling
that
he
had
reached
the
utmost
limits
of
his
endurance
,
and
that
his
heart
would
break
with
sympathy
and
pain
.
But
still
the
minutes
passed
by
and
the
hours
,
and
still
hours
more
,
and
his
misery
and
horror
grew
and
were
more
and
more
intense
.
All
the
ordinary
conditions
of
life
,
without
which
one
can
form
no
conception
of
anything
,
had
ceased
to
exist
for
Levin
.
He
lost
all
sense
of
time
.
Minutes
—
those
minutes
when
she
sent
for
him
and
he
held
her
moist
hand
,
that
would
squeeze
his
hand
with
extraordinary
violence
and
then
push
it
away
—
seemed
to
him
hours
,
and
hours
seemed
to
him
minutes
.
He
was
surprised
when
Lizaveta
Petrovna
asked
him
to
light
a
candle
behind
a
screen
,
and
he
found
that
it
was
five
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
.
If
he
had
been
told
it
was
only
ten
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
,
he
would
not
have
been
more
surprised
.
Where
he
was
all
this
time
,
he
knew
as
little
as
the
time
of
anything
.
He
saw
her
swollen
face
,
sometimes
bewildered
and
in
agony
,
sometimes
smiling
and
trying
to
reassure
him
.
He
saw
the
old
princess
too
,
flushed
and
overwrought
,
with
her
gray
curls
in
disorder
,
forcing
herself
to
gulp
down
her
tears
,
biting
her
lips
;
he
saw
Dolly
too
and
the
doctor
,
smoking
fat
cigarettes
,
and
Lizaveta
Petrovna
with
a
firm
,
resolute
,
reassuring
face
,
and
the
old
prince
walking
up
and
down
the
hall
with
a
frowning
face
.
But
why
they
came
in
and
went
out
,
where
they
were
,
he
did
not
know
.
The
princess
was
with
the
doctor
in
the
bedroom
,
then
in
the
study
,
where
a
table
set
for
dinner
suddenly
appeared
;
then
she
was
not
there
,
but
Dolly
was
.
Then
Levin
remembered
he
had
been
sent
somewhere
.
Once
he
had
been
sent
to
move
a
table
and
sofa
.
He
had
done
this
eagerly
,
thinking
it
had
to
be
done
for
her
sake
,
and
only
later
on
he
found
it
was
his
own
bed
he
had
been
getting
ready
.
Then
he
had
been
sent
to
the
study
to
ask
the
doctor
something
.
The
doctor
had
answered
and
then
had
said
something
about
the
irregularities
in
the
municipal
council
.
Then
he
had
been
sent
to
the
bedroom
to
help
the
old
princess
to
move
the
holy
picture
in
its
silver
and
gold
setting
,
and
with
the
princess
’
s
old
waiting
maid
he
had
clambered
on
a
shelf
to
reach
it
and
had
broken
the
little
lamp
,
and
the
old
servant
had
tried
to
reassure
him
about
the
lamp
and
about
his
wife
,
and
he
carried
the
holy
picture
and
set
it
at
Kitty
’
s
head
,
carefully
tucking
it
in
behind
the
pillow
.
But
where
,
when
,
and
why
all
this
had
happened
,
he
could
not
tell
.
He
did
not
understand
why
the
old
princess
took
his
hand
,
and
looking
compassionately
at
him
,
begged
him
not
to
worry
himself
,
and
Dolly
persuaded
him
to
eat
something
and
led
him
out
of
the
room
,
and
even
the
doctor
looked
seriously
and
with
commiseration
at
him
and
offered
him
a
drop
of
something
.
All
he
knew
and
felt
was
that
what
was
happening
was
what
had
happened
nearly
a
year
before
in
the
hotel
of
the
country
town
at
the
deathbed
of
his
brother
Nikolay
.
But
that
had
been
grief
—
this
was
joy
.
Yet
that
grief
and
this
joy
were
alike
outside
all
the
ordinary
conditions
of
life
;
they
were
loop
-
holes
,
as
it
were
,
in
that
ordinary
life
through
which
there
came
glimpses
of
something
sublime
.
And
in
the
contemplation
of
this
sublime
something
the
soul
was
exalted
to
inconceivable
heights
of
which
it
had
before
had
no
conception
,
while
reason
lagged
behind
,
unable
to
keep
up
with
it
.
“
Lord
,
have
mercy
on
us
,
and
succor
us
!
”
he
repeated
to
himself
incessantly
,
feeling
,
in
spite
of
his
long
and
,
as
it
seemed
,
complete
alienation
from
religion
,
that
he
turned
to
God
just
as
trustfully
and
simply
as
he
had
in
his
childhood
and
first
youth
.
All
this
time
he
had
two
distinct
spiritual
conditions
One
was
away
from
her
,
with
the
doctor
,
who
kept
smoking
one
fat
cigarette
after
another
and
extinguishing
them
on
the
edge
of
a
full
ashtray
,
with
Dolly
,
and
with
the
old
prince
,
where
there
was
talk
about
dinner
,
about
politics
,
about
Marya
Petrovna
’
s
illness
,
and
where
Levin
suddenly
forgot
for
a
minute
what
was
happening
,
and
felt
as
though
he
had
waked
up
from
sleep
;
the
other
was
in
her
presence
,
at
her
pillow
,
where
his
heart
seemed
breaking
and
still
did
not
break
from
sympathetic
suffering
,
and
he
prayed
to
God
without
ceasing
.
And
every
time
he
was
brought
back
from
a
moment
of
oblivion
by
a
scream
reaching
him
from
the
bedroom
,
he
fell
into
the
same
strange
terror
that
had
come
upon
him
the
first
minute
.
Every
time
he
heard
a
shriek
,
he
jumped
up
,
ran
to
justify
himself
,
remembered
on
the
way
that
he
was
not
to
blame
,
and
he
longed
to
defend
her
,
to
help
her
.
But
as
he
looked
at
her
,
he
saw
again
that
help
was
impossible
,
and
he
was
filled
with
terror
and
prayed
:
“
Lord
,
have
mercy
on
us
,
and
help
us
!
”
And
as
time
went
on
,
both
these
conditions
became
more
intense
;
the
calmer
he
became
away
from
her
,
completely
forgetting
her
,
the
more
agonizing
became
both
her
sufferings
and
his
feeling
of
helplessness
before
them
.
He
jumped
up
,
would
have
liked
to
run
away
,
but
ran
to
her
.
