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“
And
Mitya
?
”
“
In
the
copse
,
he
must
be
,
and
the
nurse
with
him
.
”
Levin
snatched
up
the
rugs
and
ran
towards
the
copse
.
In
that
brief
interval
of
time
the
storm
clouds
had
moved
on
,
covering
the
sun
so
completely
that
it
was
dark
as
an
eclipse
.
Stubbornly
,
as
though
insisting
on
its
rights
,
the
wind
stopped
Levin
,
and
tearing
the
leaves
and
flowers
off
the
lime
trees
and
stripping
the
white
birch
branches
into
strange
unseemly
nakedness
,
it
twisted
everything
on
one
side
—
acacias
,
flowers
,
burdocks
,
long
grass
,
and
tall
tree
-
tops
.
The
peasant
girls
working
in
the
garden
ran
shrieking
into
shelter
in
the
servants
’
quarters
.
The
streaming
rain
had
already
flung
its
white
veil
over
all
the
distant
forest
and
half
the
fields
close
by
,
and
was
rapidly
swooping
down
upon
the
copse
.
The
wet
of
the
rain
spurting
up
in
tiny
drops
could
be
smelt
in
the
air
.
Holding
his
head
bent
down
before
him
,
and
struggling
with
the
wind
that
strove
to
tear
the
wraps
away
from
him
,
Levin
was
moving
up
to
the
copse
and
had
just
caught
sight
of
something
white
behind
the
oak
tree
,
when
there
was
a
sudden
flash
,
the
whole
earth
seemed
on
fire
,
and
the
vault
of
heaven
seemed
crashing
overhead
.
Opening
his
blinded
eyes
,
Levin
gazed
through
the
thick
veil
of
rain
that
separated
him
now
from
the
copse
,
and
to
his
horror
the
first
thing
he
saw
was
the
green
crest
of
the
familiar
oak
-
tree
in
the
middle
of
the
copse
uncannily
changing
its
position
.
“
Can
it
have
been
struck
?
”
Levin
hardly
had
time
to
think
when
,
moving
more
and
more
rapidly
,
the
oak
tree
vanished
behind
the
other
trees
,
and
he
heard
the
crash
of
the
great
tree
falling
upon
the
others
.
The
flash
of
lightning
,
the
crash
of
thunder
,
and
the
instantaneous
chill
that
ran
through
him
were
all
merged
for
Levin
in
one
sense
of
terror
.
“
My
God
!
my
God
!
not
on
them
!
”
he
said
.
And
though
he
thought
at
once
how
senseless
was
his
prayer
that
they
should
not
have
been
killed
by
the
oak
which
had
fallen
now
,
he
repeated
it
,
knowing
that
he
could
do
nothing
better
than
utter
this
senseless
prayer
.
Running
up
to
the
place
where
they
usually
went
,
he
did
not
find
them
there
.
