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- Анна Каренина
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Levin
went
up
to
Katavasov
.
“
It
was
jolly
of
you
to
make
up
your
mind
to
come
,
”
he
said
to
him
.
“
I
’
ve
been
meaning
to
a
long
while
.
Now
we
shall
have
some
discussion
,
we
’
ll
see
to
that
.
Have
you
been
reading
Spencer
?
”
“
No
,
I
’
ve
not
finished
reading
him
,
”
said
Levin
.
“
But
I
don
’
t
need
him
now
.
”
“
How
’
s
that
?
that
’
s
interesting
.
Why
so
?
”
“
I
mean
that
I
’
m
fully
convinced
that
the
solution
of
the
problems
that
interest
me
I
shall
never
find
in
him
and
his
like
.
Now
.
.
.
.
”
But
Katavasov
’
s
serene
and
good
-
humored
expression
suddenly
struck
him
,
and
he
felt
such
tenderness
for
his
own
happy
mood
,
which
he
was
unmistakably
disturbing
by
this
conversation
,
that
he
remembered
his
resolution
and
stopped
short
.
“
But
we
’
ll
talk
later
on
,
”
he
added
.
“
If
we
’
re
going
to
the
bee
-
house
,
it
’
s
this
way
,
along
this
little
path
,
”
he
said
,
addressing
them
all
.
Going
along
the
narrow
path
to
a
little
uncut
meadow
covered
on
one
side
with
thick
clumps
of
brilliant
heart
’
s
-
ease
among
which
stood
up
here
and
there
tall
,
dark
green
tufts
of
hellebore
,
Levin
settled
his
guests
in
the
dense
,
cool
shade
of
the
young
aspens
on
a
bench
and
some
stumps
purposely
put
there
for
visitors
to
the
bee
-
house
who
might
be
afraid
of
the
bees
,
and
he
went
off
himself
to
the
hut
to
get
bread
,
cucumbers
,
and
fresh
honey
,
to
regale
them
with
.
