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Above
all
,
it
seemed
strange
and
not
right
to
Anna
.
The
ball
was
only
just
beginning
as
Kitty
and
her
mother
walked
up
the
great
staircase
,
flooded
with
light
,
and
lined
with
flowers
and
footmen
in
powder
and
red
coats
.
From
the
rooms
came
a
constant
,
steady
hum
,
as
from
a
hive
,
and
the
rustle
of
movement
;
and
while
on
the
landing
between
trees
they
gave
last
touches
to
their
hair
and
dresses
before
the
mirror
,
they
heard
from
the
ballroom
the
careful
,
distinct
notes
of
the
fiddles
of
the
orchestra
beginning
the
first
waltz
.
A
little
old
man
in
civilian
dress
,
arranging
his
gray
curls
before
another
mirror
,
and
diffusing
an
odor
of
scent
,
stumbled
against
them
on
the
stairs
,
and
stood
aside
,
evidently
admiring
Kitty
,
whom
he
did
not
know
.
A
beardless
youth
,
one
of
those
society
youths
whom
the
old
Prince
Shtcherbatsky
called
“
young
bucks
,
”
in
an
exceedingly
open
waistcoat
,
straightening
his
white
tie
as
he
went
,
bowed
to
them
,
and
after
running
by
,
came
back
to
ask
Kitty
for
a
quadrille
.
As
the
first
quadrille
had
already
been
given
to
Vronsky
,
she
had
to
promise
this
youth
the
second
.
An
officer
,
buttoning
his
glove
,
stood
aside
in
the
doorway
,
and
stroking
his
mustache
,
admired
rosy
Kitty
.
Although
her
dress
,
her
coiffure
,
and
all
the
preparations
for
the
ball
had
cost
Kitty
great
trouble
and
consideration
,
at
this
moment
she
walked
into
the
ballroom
in
her
elaborate
tulle
dress
over
a
pink
slip
as
easily
and
simply
as
though
all
the
rosettes
and
lace
,
all
the
minute
details
of
her
attire
,
had
not
cost
her
or
her
family
a
moment
’
s
attention
,
as
though
she
had
been
born
in
that
tulle
and
lace
,
with
her
hair
done
up
high
on
her
head
,
and
a
rose
and
two
leaves
on
the
top
of
it
.
When
,
just
before
entering
the
ballroom
,
the
princess
,
her
mother
,
tried
to
turn
right
side
out
of
the
ribbon
of
her
sash
,
Kitty
had
drawn
back
a
little
.
She
felt
that
everything
must
be
right
of
itself
,
and
graceful
,
and
nothing
could
need
setting
straight
.
It
was
one
of
Kitty
’
s
best
days
.
Her
dress
was
not
uncomfortable
anywhere
;
her
lace
berthe
did
not
droop
anywhere
;
her
rosettes
were
not
crushed
nor
torn
off
;
her
pink
slippers
with
high
,
hollowed
-
out
heels
did
not
pinch
,
but
gladdened
her
feet
;
and
the
thick
rolls
of
fair
chignon
kept
up
on
her
head
as
if
they
were
her
own
hair
.
All
the
three
buttons
buttoned
up
without
tearing
on
the
long
glove
that
covered
her
hand
without
concealing
its
lines
.
The
black
velvet
of
her
locket
nestled
with
special
softness
round
her
neck
.
That
velvet
was
delicious
;
at
home
,
looking
at
her
neck
in
the
looking
-
glass
,
Kitty
had
felt
that
that
velvet
was
speaking
.
About
all
the
rest
there
might
be
a
doubt
,
but
the
velvet
was
delicious
.
Kitty
smiled
here
too
,
at
the
ball
,
when
she
glanced
at
it
in
the
glass
.
Her
bare
shoulders
and
arms
gave
Kitty
a
sense
of
chill
marble
,
a
feeling
she
particularly
liked
.
Her
eyes
sparkled
,
and
her
rosy
lips
could
not
keep
from
smiling
from
the
consciousness
of
her
own
attractiveness
.
She
had
scarcely
entered
the
ballroom
and
reached
the
throng
of
ladies
,
all
tulle
,
ribbons
,
lace
,
and
flowers
,
waiting
to
be
asked
to
dance
—
Kitty
was
never
one
of
that
throng
—
when
she
was
asked
for
a
waltz
,
and
asked
by
the
best
partner
,
the
first
star
in
the
hierarchy
of
the
ballroom
,
a
renowned
director
of
dances
,
a
married
man
,
handsome
and
well
-
built
,
Yegorushka
Korsunsky
.
He
had
only
just
left
the
Countess
Bonina
,
with
whom
he
had
danced
the
first
half
of
the
waltz
,
and
,
scanning
his
kingdom
—
that
is
to
say
,
a
few
couples
who
had
started
dancing
—
he
caught
sight
of
Kitty
,
entering
,
and
flew
up
to
her
with
that
peculiar
,
easy
amble
which
is
confined
to
directors
of
balls
.
Without
even
asking
her
if
she
cared
to
dance
,
he
put
out
his
arm
to
encircle
her
slender
waist
.
She
looked
round
for
someone
to
give
her
fan
to
,
and
their
hostess
,
smiling
to
her
,
took
it
.
“
How
nice
you
’
ve
come
in
good
time
,
”
he
said
to
her
,
embracing
her
waist
;
“
such
a
bad
habit
to
be
late
.
”
Bending
her
left
hand
,
she
laid
it
on
his
shoulder
,
and
her
little
feet
in
their
pink
slippers
began
swiftly
,
lightly
,
and
rhythmically
moving
over
the
slippery
floor
in
time
to
the
music
.
“
It
’
s
a
rest
to
waltz
with
you
,
”
he
said
to
her
,
as
they
fell
into
the
first
slow
steps
of
the
waltz
.
“
It
’
s
exquisite
—
such
lightness
,
precision
.
”
He
said
to
her
the
same
thing
he
said
to
almost
all
his
partners
whom
he
knew
well
.
She
smiled
at
his
praise
,
and
continued
to
look
about
the
room
over
his
shoulder
.
She
was
not
like
a
girl
at
her
first
ball
,
for
whom
all
faces
in
the
ballroom
melt
into
one
vision
of
fairyland
.
And
she
was
not
a
girl
who
had
gone
the
stale
round
of
balls
till
every
face
in
the
ballroom
was
familiar
and
tiresome
.
But
she
was
in
the
middle
stage
between
these
two
;
she
was
excited
,
and
at
the
same
time
she
had
sufficient
self
-
possession
to
be
able
to
observe
.
In
the
left
corner
of
the
ballroom
she
saw
the
cream
of
society
gathered
together
.
There
—
incredibly
naked
—
was
the
beauty
Lidi
,
Korsunsky
’
s
wife
;
there
was
the
lady
of
the
house
;
there
shone
the
bald
head
of
Krivin
,
always
to
be
found
where
the
best
people
were
.
In
that
direction
gazed
the
young
men
,
not
venturing
to
approach
.
There
,
too
,
she
descried
Stiva
,
and
there
she
saw
the
exquisite
figure
and
head
of
Anna
in
a
black
velvet
gown
.
And
he
was
there
.
Kitty
had
not
seen
him
since
the
evening
she
refused
Levin
.
With
her
long
-
sighted
eyes
,
she
knew
him
at
once
,
and
was
even
aware
that
he
was
looking
at
her
.
“
Another
turn
,
eh
?
You
’
re
not
tired
?
”
said
Korsunsky
,
a
little
out
of
breath
.
