-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Лев Толстой
-
- Анна Каренина
-
- Стр. 97/828
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
”
Konstantin
Levin
looked
in
at
the
door
,
and
saw
that
the
speaker
was
a
young
man
with
an
immense
shock
of
hair
,
wearing
a
Russian
jerkin
,
and
that
a
pockmarked
woman
in
a
woolen
gown
,
without
collar
or
cuffs
,
was
sitting
on
the
sofa
.
His
brother
was
not
to
be
seen
.
Konstantin
felt
a
sharp
pang
at
his
heart
at
the
thought
of
the
strange
company
in
which
his
brother
spent
his
life
.
No
one
had
heard
him
,
and
Konstantin
,
taking
off
his
galoshes
,
listened
to
what
the
gentleman
in
the
jerkin
was
saying
.
He
was
speaking
of
some
enterprise
.
“
Well
,
the
devil
flay
them
,
the
privileged
classes
,
”
his
brother
’
s
voice
responded
,
with
a
cough
.
“
Masha
!
get
us
some
supper
and
some
wine
if
there
’
s
any
left
;
or
else
go
and
get
some
.
”
The
woman
rose
,
came
out
from
behind
the
screen
,
and
saw
Konstantin
.
“
There
’
s
some
gentleman
,
Nikolay
Dmitrievitch
,
”
she
said
.
“
Whom
do
you
want
?
”
said
the
voice
of
Nikolay
Levin
,
angrily
.
“
It
’
s
I
,
”
answered
Konstantin
Levin
,
coming
forward
into
the
light
.
“
Who
’
s
I
?
”
Nikolay
’
s
voice
said
again
,
still
more
angrily
.
He
could
be
heard
getting
up
hurriedly
,
stumbling
against
something
,
and
Levin
saw
,
facing
him
in
the
doorway
,
the
big
,
scared
eyes
,
and
the
huge
,
thin
,
stooping
figure
of
his
brother
,
so
familiar
,
and
yet
astonishing
in
its
weirdness
and
sickliness
.
He
was
even
thinner
than
three
years
before
,
when
Konstantin
Levin
had
seen
him
last
.
He
was
wearing
a
short
coat
,
and
his
hands
and
big
bones
seemed
huger
than
ever
.
His
hair
had
grown
thinner
,
the
same
straight
mustaches
hid
his
lips
,
the
same
eyes
gazed
strangely
and
naïvely
at
his
visitor
.
“
Ah
,
Kostya
!
”
he
exclaimed
suddenly
,
recognizing
his
brother
,
and
his
eyes
lit
up
with
joy
.
But
the
same
second
he
looked
round
at
the
young
man
,
and
gave
the
nervous
jerk
of
his
head
and
neck
that
Konstantin
knew
so
well
,
as
if
his
neckband
hurt
him
;
and
a
quite
different
expression
,
wild
,
suffering
,
and
cruel
,
rested
on
his
emaciated
face
.
