It was bright and sunny. A fine rain had been falling all the

morning, and now it had not long cleared up. The iron roofs, the

flags of the roads, the flints of the pavements, the wheels and

leather, the brass and the tinplate of the carriages--all

glistened brightly in the May sunshine. It was three o'clock,

and the very liveliest time in the streets.

As she sat in a corner of the comfortable carriage, that hardly

swayed on its supple springs, while the grays trotted swiftly, in

the midst of the unceasing rattle of wheels and the changing

impressions in the pure air, Anna ran over the events of the last

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days, and she saw her position quite differently from how it had

seemed at home. Now the thought of death seemed no longer so

terrible and so clear to her, and death itself no longer seemed

so inevitable. Now she blamed herself for the humiliation to

which she had lowered herself. "I entreat him to forgive me. I

have given in to him. I have owned myself in fault. What for?

Can't I live without him?" And leaving unanswered the question

how she was going to live without him, she fell to reading the

signs on the shops. "Office and warehouse. Dental surgeon.

Yes, I'll tell Dolly all about it. She doesn't like Vronsky. I

shall be sick and ashamed, but I'll tell her. She loves me, and

I'll follow her advice. I won't give in to him; I won't let him

train me as he pleases. Filippov, bun shop. They say they send

their dough to Petersburg. The Moscow water is so good for it.

Ah, the springs at Mitishtchen, and the pancakes!"

And she remembered how, long, long ago, when she was a girl of

seventeen, she had gone with her aunt to Troitsa. "Riding, too.

Was that really me, with red hands? How much that seemed to me

then splendid and out of reach has become worthless, while what

I had then has gone out of my reach forever! Could I ever have

believed then that I could come to such humiliation? How

conceited and self-satisfied he will be when he gets my note!

But I will show him.... How horrid that paint smells! Why is it

they're always painting and building? _Modes et robes,_" she read.

A man bowed to her. It was Annushka's husband. "Our parasites";

she remembered how Vronsky had said that. "Our? Why our?

What's so awful is that one can't tear up the past by its roots.

One can't tear it out, but one can hide one's memory of it. And

I'll hide it." And then she thought of her past with Alexey

Alexandrovitch, of how she had blotted the memory of it out of

her life. "Dolly will think I'm leaving my second husband, and

so I certainly must be in the wrong. As if I cared to be right!

I can't help it!" she said, and she wanted to cry. But at once

she fell to wondering what those two girls could be smiling

about. "Love, most likely. They don't know how dreary it is,

how low.... The boulevard and the children. Three boys running,

playing at horses. Seryozha! And I'm losing everything and not

getting him back. Yes, I'm losing everything, if he doesn't

return. Perhaps he was late for the train and has come back by

now. Longing for humiliation again!" she said to herself. "No,

I'll go to Dolly, and say straight out to her, I'm unhappy, I

deserve this, I'm to blame, but still I'm unhappy, help me.

These horses, this carriage--how loathsome I am to myself in this

carriage--all his; but I won't see them again."




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