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“
Very
good
,
you
can
go
home
then
,
”
she
said
softly
,
addressing
Mihail
.
She
spoke
softly
because
the
rapidity
of
her
heart
’
s
beating
hindered
her
breathing
.
“
No
,
I
won
’
t
let
you
make
me
miserable
,
”
she
thought
menacingly
,
addressing
not
him
,
not
herself
,
but
the
power
that
made
her
suffer
,
and
she
walked
along
the
platform
.
Two
maid
-
servants
walking
along
the
platform
turned
their
heads
,
staring
at
her
and
making
some
remarks
about
her
dress
.
“
Real
,
”
they
said
of
the
lace
she
was
wearing
.
The
young
men
would
not
leave
her
in
peace
.
Again
they
passed
by
,
peering
into
her
face
,
and
with
a
laugh
shouting
something
in
an
unnatural
voice
.
The
station
-
master
coming
up
asked
her
whether
she
was
going
by
train
.
A
boy
selling
kvas
never
took
his
eyes
off
her
.
“
My
God
!
where
am
I
to
go
?
”
she
thought
,
going
farther
and
farther
along
the
platform
.
At
the
end
she
stopped
.
Some
ladies
and
children
,
who
had
come
to
meet
a
gentleman
in
spectacles
,
paused
in
their
loud
laughter
and
talking
,
and
stared
at
her
as
she
reached
them
.
She
quickened
her
pace
and
walked
away
from
them
to
the
edge
of
the
platform
.
A
luggage
train
was
coming
in
.
The
platform
began
to
sway
,
and
she
fancied
she
was
in
the
train
again
.
And
all
at
once
she
thought
of
the
man
crushed
by
the
train
the
day
she
had
first
met
Vronsky
,
and
she
knew
what
she
had
to
do
.
With
a
rapid
,
light
step
she
went
down
the
steps
that
led
from
the
tank
to
the
rails
and
stopped
quite
near
the
approaching
train
.
She
looked
at
the
lower
part
of
the
carriages
,
at
the
screws
and
chains
and
the
tall
cast
-
iron
wheel
of
the
first
carriage
slowly
moving
up
,
and
trying
to
measure
the
middle
between
the
front
and
back
wheels
,
and
the
very
minute
when
that
middle
point
would
be
opposite
her
.
“
There
,
”
she
said
to
herself
,
looking
into
the
shadow
of
the
carriage
,
at
the
sand
and
coal
dust
which
covered
the
sleepers
—
“
there
,
in
the
very
middle
,
and
I
will
punish
him
and
escape
from
everyone
and
from
myself
.
”
She
tried
to
fling
herself
below
the
wheels
of
the
first
carriage
as
it
reached
her
;
but
the
red
bag
which
she
tried
to
drop
out
of
her
hand
delayed
her
,
and
she
was
too
late
;
she
missed
the
moment
.
She
had
to
wait
for
the
next
carriage
.
A
feeling
such
as
she
had
known
when
about
to
take
the
first
plunge
in
bathing
came
upon
her
,
and
she
crossed
herself
.
That
familiar
gesture
brought
back
into
her
soul
a
whole
series
of
girlish
and
childish
memories
,
and
suddenly
the
darkness
that
had
covered
everything
for
her
was
torn
apart
,
and
life
rose
up
before
her
for
an
instant
with
all
its
bright
past
joys
.
But
she
did
not
take
her
eyes
from
the
wheels
of
the
second
carriage
.
And
exactly
at
the
moment
when
the
space
between
the
wheels
came
opposite
her
,
she
dropped
the
red
bag
,
and
drawing
her
head
back
into
her
shoulders
,
fell
on
her
hands
under
the
carriage
,
and
lightly
,
as
though
she
would
rise
again
at
once
,
dropped
on
to
her
knees
.
And
at
the
same
instant
she
was
terror
-
stricken
at
what
she
was
doing
.
“
Where
am
I
?
What
am
I
doing
?
What
for
?
”
She
tried
to
get
up
,
to
drop
backwards
;
but
something
huge
and
merciless
struck
her
on
the
head
and
rolled
her
on
her
back
.
“
Lord
,
forgive
me
all
!
”
she
said
,
feeling
it
impossible
to
struggle
.
A
peasant
muttering
something
was
working
at
the
iron
above
her
And
the
light
by
which
she
had
read
the
book
filled
with
troubles
,
falsehoods
,
sorrow
,
and
evil
,
flared
up
more
brightly
than
ever
before
,
lighted
up
for
her
all
that
had
been
in
darkness
,
flickered
,
began
to
grow
dim
,
and
was
quenched
forever
.
Almost
two
months
had
passed
.
The
hot
summer
was
half
over
,
but
Sergey
Ivanovitch
was
only
just
preparing
to
leave
Moscow
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
’
s
life
had
not
been
uneventful
during
this
time
.
A
year
ago
he
had
finished
his
book
,
the
fruit
of
six
years
’
labor
,
“
Sketch
of
a
Survey
of
the
Principles
and
Forms
of
Government
in
Europe
and
Russia
.
”
Several
sections
of
this
book
and
its
introduction
had
appeared
in
periodical
publications
,
and
other
parts
had
been
read
by
Sergey
Ivanovitch
to
persons
of
his
circle
,
so
that
the
leading
ideas
of
the
work
could
not
be
completely
novel
to
the
public
.
But
still
Sergey
Ivanovitch
had
expected
that
on
its
appearance
his
book
would
be
sure
to
make
a
serious
impression
on
society
,
and
if
it
did
not
cause
a
revolution
in
social
science
it
would
,
at
any
rate
,
make
a
great
stir
in
the
scientific
world
.
