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Beside
himself
,
he
ran
into
the
bedroom
.
The
first
thing
he
saw
was
the
face
of
Lizaveta
Petrovna
.
It
was
even
more
frowning
and
stern
.
Kitty
’
s
face
he
did
not
know
.
In
the
place
where
it
had
been
was
something
that
was
fearful
in
its
strained
distortion
and
in
the
sounds
that
came
from
it
.
He
fell
down
with
his
head
on
the
wooden
framework
of
the
bed
,
feeling
that
his
heart
was
bursting
.
The
awful
scream
never
paused
,
it
became
still
more
awful
,
and
as
though
it
had
reached
the
utmost
limit
of
terror
,
suddenly
it
ceased
.
Levin
could
not
believe
his
ears
,
but
there
could
be
no
doubt
;
the
scream
had
ceased
and
he
heard
a
subdued
stir
and
bustle
,
and
hurried
breathing
,
and
her
voice
,
gasping
,
alive
,
tender
,
and
blissful
,
uttered
softly
,
“
It
’
s
over
!
”
He
lifted
his
head
.
With
her
hands
hanging
exhausted
on
the
quilt
,
looking
extraordinarily
lovely
and
serene
,
she
looked
at
him
in
silence
and
tried
to
smile
,
and
could
not
.
And
suddenly
,
from
the
mysterious
and
awful
far
-
away
world
in
which
he
had
been
living
for
the
last
twenty
-
two
hours
,
Levin
felt
himself
all
in
an
instant
borne
back
to
the
old
every
-
day
world
,
glorified
though
now
,
by
such
a
radiance
of
happiness
that
he
could
not
bear
it
.
The
strained
chords
snapped
,
sobs
and
tears
of
joy
which
he
had
never
foreseen
rose
up
with
such
violence
that
his
whole
body
shook
,
that
for
long
they
prevented
him
from
speaking
.
Falling
on
his
knees
before
the
bed
,
he
held
his
wife
’
s
hand
before
his
lips
and
kissed
it
,
and
the
hand
,
with
a
weak
movement
of
the
fingers
,
responded
to
his
kiss
.
And
meanwhile
,
there
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
in
the
deft
hands
of
Lizaveta
Petrovna
,
like
a
flickering
light
in
a
lamp
,
lay
the
life
of
a
human
creature
,
which
had
never
existed
before
,
and
which
would
now
with
the
same
right
,
with
the
same
importance
to
itself
,
live
and
create
in
its
own
image
.
“
Alive
!
alive
!
And
a
boy
too
!
Set
your
mind
at
rest
!
”
Levin
heard
Lizaveta
Petrovna
saying
,
as
she
slapped
the
baby
’
s
back
with
a
shaking
hand
“
Mamma
,
is
it
true
?
”
said
Kitty
’
s
voice
.
The
princess
’
s
sobs
were
all
the
answers
she
could
make
.
And
in
the
midst
of
the
silence
there
came
in
unmistakable
reply
to
the
mother
’
s
question
,
a
voice
quite
unlike
the
subdued
voices
speaking
in
the
room
.
It
was
the
bold
,
clamorous
,
self
-
assertive
squall
of
the
new
human
being
,
who
had
so
incomprehensibly
appeared
.
If
Levin
had
been
told
before
that
Kitty
was
dead
,
and
that
he
had
died
with
her
,
and
that
their
children
were
angels
,
and
that
God
was
standing
before
him
,
he
would
have
been
surprised
at
nothing
.
But
now
,
coming
back
to
the
world
of
reality
,
he
had
to
make
great
mental
efforts
to
take
in
that
she
was
alive
and
well
,
and
that
the
creature
squalling
so
desperately
was
his
son
.
Kitty
was
alive
,
her
agony
was
over
.
And
he
was
unutterably
happy
.
That
he
understood
;
he
was
completely
happy
in
it
.
But
the
baby
?
Whence
,
why
,
who
was
he
?
.
.
.
He
could
not
get
used
to
the
idea
.
It
seemed
to
him
something
extraneous
,
superfluous
,
to
which
he
could
not
accustom
himself
.
At
ten
o
’
clock
the
old
prince
,
Sergey
Ivanovitch
,
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
were
sitting
at
Levin
’
s
.
Having
inquired
after
Kitty
,
they
had
dropped
into
conversation
upon
other
subjects
.
Levin
heard
them
,
and
unconsciously
,
as
they
talked
,
going
over
the
past
,
over
what
had
been
up
to
that
morning
,
he
thought
of
himself
as
he
had
been
yesterday
till
that
point
.
It
was
as
though
a
hundred
years
had
passed
since
then
.
He
felt
himself
exalted
to
unattainable
heights
,
from
which
he
studiously
lowered
himself
so
as
not
to
wound
the
people
he
was
talking
to
.
He
talked
,
and
was
all
the
time
thinking
of
his
wife
,
of
her
condition
now
,
of
his
son
,
in
whose
existence
he
tried
to
school
himself
into
believing
.
The
whole
world
of
woman
,
which
had
taken
for
him
since
his
marriage
a
new
value
he
had
never
suspected
before
,
was
now
so
exalted
that
he
could
not
take
it
in
in
his
imagination
.
He
heard
them
talk
of
yesterday
’
s
dinner
at
the
club
,
and
thought
:
“
What
is
happening
with
her
now
?
Is
she
asleep
?
How
is
she
?
What
is
she
thinking
of
?
Is
he
crying
,
my
son
Dmitri
?
”
And
in
the
middle
of
the
conversation
,
in
the
middle
of
a
sentence
,
he
jumped
up
and
went
out
of
the
room
.
