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“
How
hot
it
is
!
if
God
would
send
a
drop
of
rain
,
”
she
said
.
“
Yes
,
yes
,
sh
—
sh
—
sh
—
—
”
was
all
Kitty
answered
,
rocking
a
little
,
and
tenderly
squeezing
the
plump
little
arm
,
with
rolls
of
fat
at
the
wrist
,
which
Mitya
still
waved
feebly
as
he
opened
and
shut
his
eyes
.
That
hand
worried
Kitty
;
she
longed
to
kiss
the
little
hand
,
but
was
afraid
to
for
fear
of
waking
the
baby
.
At
last
the
little
hand
ceased
waving
,
and
the
eyes
closed
.
Only
from
time
to
time
,
as
he
went
on
sucking
,
the
baby
raised
his
long
,
curly
eyelashes
and
peeped
at
his
mother
with
wet
eyes
,
that
looked
black
in
the
twilight
.
The
nurse
had
left
off
fanning
,
and
was
dozing
.
From
above
came
the
peals
of
the
old
prince
’
s
voice
,
and
the
chuckle
of
Katavasov
.
“
They
have
got
into
talk
without
me
,
”
thought
Kitty
,
“
but
still
it
’
s
vexing
that
Kostya
’
s
out
.
He
’
s
sure
to
have
gone
to
the
bee
-
house
again
.
Though
it
’
s
a
pity
he
’
s
there
so
often
,
still
I
’
m
glad
.
It
distracts
his
mind
.
He
’
s
become
altogether
happier
and
better
now
than
in
the
spring
.
He
used
to
be
so
gloomy
and
worried
that
I
felt
frightened
for
him
.
And
how
absurd
he
is
!
”
she
whispered
,
smiling
.
She
knew
what
worried
her
husband
.
It
was
his
unbelief
.
Although
,
if
she
had
been
asked
whether
she
supposed
that
in
the
future
life
,
if
he
did
not
believe
,
he
would
be
damned
,
she
would
have
had
to
admit
that
he
would
be
damned
,
his
unbelief
did
not
cause
her
unhappiness
.
And
she
,
confessing
that
for
an
unbeliever
there
can
be
no
salvation
,
and
loving
her
husband
’
s
soul
more
than
anything
in
the
world
,
thought
with
a
smile
of
his
unbelief
,
and
told
herself
that
he
was
absurd
.
“
What
does
he
keep
reading
philosophy
of
some
sort
for
all
this
year
?
”
she
wondered
.
“
If
it
’
s
all
written
in
those
books
,
he
can
understand
them
.
If
it
’
s
all
wrong
,
why
does
he
read
them
?
He
says
himself
that
he
would
like
to
believe
.
Then
why
is
it
he
doesn
’
t
believe
?
Surely
from
his
thinking
so
much
?
And
he
thinks
so
much
from
being
solitary
.
He
’
s
always
alone
,
alone
.
He
can
’
t
talk
about
it
all
to
us
.
I
fancy
he
’
ll
be
glad
of
these
visitors
,
especially
Katavasov
.
He
likes
discussions
with
them
,
”
she
thought
,
and
passed
instantly
to
the
consideration
of
where
it
would
be
more
convenient
to
put
Katavasov
,
to
sleep
alone
or
to
share
Sergey
Ivanovitch
’
s
room
.
And
then
an
idea
suddenly
struck
her
,
which
made
her
shudder
and
even
disturb
Mitya
,
who
glanced
severely
at
her
.
“
I
do
believe
the
laundress
hasn
’
t
sent
the
washing
yet
,
and
all
the
best
sheets
are
in
use
.
If
I
don
’
t
see
to
it
,
Agafea
Mihalovna
will
give
Sergey
Ivanovitch
the
wrong
sheets
,
”
and
at
the
very
idea
of
this
the
blood
rushed
to
Kitty
’
s
face
.
“
Yes
,
I
will
arrange
it
,
”
she
decided
,
and
going
back
to
her
former
thoughts
,
she
remembered
that
some
spiritual
question
of
importance
had
been
interrupted
,
and
she
began
to
recall
what
.
“
Yes
,
Kostya
,
an
unbeliever
,
”
she
thought
again
with
a
smile
.
“
Well
,
an
unbeliever
then
!
Better
let
him
always
be
one
than
like
Madame
Stahl
,
or
what
I
tried
to
be
in
those
days
abroad
.
No
,
he
won
’
t
ever
sham
anything
.
”
And
a
recent
instance
of
his
goodness
rose
vividly
to
her
mind
.
A
fortnight
ago
a
penitent
letter
had
come
from
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
to
Dolly
.
He
besought
her
to
save
his
honor
,
to
sell
her
estate
to
pay
his
debts
.
Dolly
was
in
despair
,
she
detested
her
husband
,
despised
him
,
pitied
him
,
resolved
on
a
separation
,
resolved
to
refuse
,
but
ended
by
agreeing
to
sell
part
of
her
property
.
After
that
,
with
an
irrepressible
smile
of
tenderness
,
Kitty
recalled
her
husband
’
s
shamefaced
embarrassment
,
his
repeated
awkward
efforts
to
approach
the
subject
,
and
how
at
last
,
having
thought
of
the
one
means
of
helping
Dolly
without
wounding
her
pride
,
he
had
suggested
to
Kitty
—
what
had
not
occurred
to
her
before
—
that
she
should
give
up
her
share
of
the
property
.
“
He
an
unbeliever
indeed
!
With
his
heart
,
his
dread
of
offending
anyone
,
even
a
child
!
Everything
for
others
,
nothing
for
himself
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
simply
considers
it
as
Kostya
’
s
duty
to
be
his
steward
.
And
it
’
s
the
same
with
his
sister
.
Now
Dolly
and
her
children
are
under
his
guardianship
;
all
these
peasants
who
come
to
him
every
day
,
as
though
he
were
bound
to
be
at
their
service
