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Making
her
way
through
the
crowd
to
the
first
-
class
waiting
-
room
,
she
gradually
recollected
all
the
details
of
her
position
,
and
the
plans
between
which
she
was
hesitating
.
And
again
at
the
old
sore
places
,
hope
and
then
despair
poisoned
the
wounds
of
her
tortured
,
fearfully
throbbing
heart
.
As
she
sat
on
the
star
-
shaped
sofa
waiting
for
the
train
,
she
gazed
with
aversion
at
the
people
coming
and
going
(
they
were
all
hateful
to
her
)
,
and
thought
how
she
would
arrive
at
the
station
,
would
write
him
a
note
,
and
what
she
would
write
to
him
,
and
how
he
was
at
this
moment
complaining
to
his
mother
of
his
position
,
not
understanding
her
sufferings
,
and
how
she
would
go
into
the
room
,
and
what
she
would
say
to
him
.
Then
she
thought
that
life
might
still
be
happy
,
and
how
miserably
she
loved
and
hated
him
,
and
how
fearfully
her
heart
was
beating
.
A
bell
rang
,
some
young
men
,
ugly
and
impudent
,
and
at
the
same
time
careful
of
the
impression
they
were
making
,
hurried
by
.
Pyotr
,
too
,
crossed
the
room
in
his
livery
and
top
-
boots
,
with
his
dull
,
animal
face
,
and
came
up
to
her
to
take
her
to
the
train
.
Some
noisy
men
were
quiet
as
she
passed
them
on
the
platform
,
and
one
whispered
something
about
her
to
another
—
something
vile
,
no
doubt
.
She
stepped
up
on
the
high
step
,
and
sat
down
in
a
carriage
by
herself
on
a
dirty
seat
that
had
been
white
.
Her
bag
lay
beside
her
,
shaken
up
and
down
by
the
springiness
of
the
seat
.
With
a
foolish
smile
Pyotr
raised
his
hat
,
with
its
colored
band
,
at
the
window
,
in
token
of
farewell
;
an
impudent
conductor
slammed
the
door
and
the
latch
.
A
grotesque
-
looking
lady
wearing
a
bustle
(
Anna
mentally
undressed
the
woman
,
and
was
appalled
at
her
hideousness
)
,
and
a
little
girl
laughing
affectedly
ran
down
the
platform
.
“
Katerina
Andreevna
,
she
’
s
got
them
all
,
ma
tante
!
cried
the
girl
.
“
Even
the
child
’
s
hideous
and
affected
,
”
thought
Anna
.
To
avoid
seeing
anyone
,
she
got
up
quickly
and
seated
herself
at
the
opposite
window
of
the
empty
carriage
.
A
misshapen
-
looking
peasant
covered
with
dirt
,
in
a
cap
from
which
his
tangled
hair
stuck
out
all
round
,
passed
by
that
window
,
stooping
down
to
the
carriage
wheels
.
“
There
’
s
something
familiar
about
that
hideous
peasant
,
”
thought
Anna
.
And
remembering
her
dream
,
she
moved
away
to
the
opposite
door
,
shaking
with
terror
.
The
conductor
opened
the
door
and
let
in
a
man
and
his
wife
.
“
Do
you
wish
to
get
out
?
”
Anna
made
no
answer
.
The
conductor
and
her
two
fellow
-
passengers
did
not
notice
under
her
veil
her
panic
-
stricken
face
.
She
went
back
to
her
corner
and
sat
down
.
The
couple
seated
themselves
on
the
opposite
side
,
and
intently
but
surreptitiously
scrutinized
her
clothes
.
Both
husband
and
wife
seemed
repulsive
to
Anna
.
The
husband
asked
,
would
she
allow
him
to
smoke
,
obviously
not
with
a
view
to
smoking
but
to
getting
into
conversation
with
her
.
Receiving
her
assent
,
he
said
to
his
wife
in
French
something
about
caring
less
to
smoke
than
to
talk
.
They
made
inane
and
affected
remarks
to
one
another
,
entirely
for
her
benefit
.
Anna
saw
clearly
that
they
were
sick
of
each
other
,
and
hated
each
other
.
And
no
one
could
have
helped
hating
such
miserable
monstrosities
.
A
second
bell
sounded
,
and
was
followed
by
moving
of
luggage
,
noise
,
shouting
and
laughter
.
It
was
so
clear
to
Anna
that
there
was
nothing
for
anyone
to
be
glad
of
,
that
this
laughter
irritated
her
agonizingly
,
and
she
would
have
liked
to
stop
up
her
ears
not
to
hear
it
.
At
last
the
third
bell
rang
,
there
was
a
whistle
and
a
hiss
of
steam
,
and
a
clank
of
chains
,
and
the
man
in
her
carriage
crossed
himself
.
“
It
would
be
interesting
to
ask
him
what
meaning
he
attaches
to
that
,
”
thought
Anna
,
looking
angrily
at
him
.
She
looked
past
the
lady
out
of
the
window
at
the
people
who
seemed
whirling
by
as
they
ran
beside
the
train
or
stood
on
the
platform
.
The
train
,
jerking
at
regular
intervals
at
the
junctions
of
the
rails
,
rolled
by
the
platform
,
past
a
stone
wall
,
a
signal
-
box
,
past
other
trains
;
the
wheels
,
moving
more
smoothly
and
evenly
,
resounded
with
a
slight
clang
on
the
rails
.
The
window
was
lighted
up
by
the
bright
evening
sun
,
and
a
slight
breeze
fluttered
the
curtain
.
Anna
forgot
her
fellow
passengers
,
and
to
the
light
swaying
of
the
train
she
fell
to
thinking
again
,
as
she
breathed
the
fresh
air
.
“
Yes
,
what
did
I
stop
at
?
That
I
couldn
’
t
conceive
a
position
in
which
life
would
not
be
a
misery
,
that
we
are
all
created
to
be
miserable
,
and
that
we
all
know
it
,
and
all
invent
means
of
deceiving
each
other
.
And
when
one
sees
the
truth
,
what
is
one
to
do
?
”
