`Hehasgone！Itistheend！’Annasaidtoherself，standingatthewindow；andinanswertothisquestiontheimpressionofthedarknesswhenthecandlehadflickeredoutandofherfearfuldream，minglingintoone，filledherheartwithcoldterror。
`No，thatcannotbe！’shecried，andcrossingtheroomsherangthebell。Shewasafraidnowofbeingalone，that，withoutwaitingfortheservanttocomein，shewentouttomeethim。
`InquirewheretheCounthasgone，’shesaid。
TheservantansweredthattheCounthadgonetothestable。
`HisHonorleftwordthatifyoucaredtodriveout，thecarriagewouldbebackimmediately。’
`Verygood。Waitaminute。I’llwriteanoteatonce。SendMikhailwiththenotetothestables。Makehaste。’
Shesatdownandwrote:
`Iwaswrong。Comebackhome；Imustexplain。ForGod’ssakecome！I’mafraid。’
Shesealeditupandgaveittotheservant。
Shewasafraidofbeingleftalonenow；shefollowedtheservantoutoftheroom，andwenttothenursery。
`Why，thisisn’tit-thisisn’the！Wherearehisblueeyes，hissweet，shysmile？’washerfirstthoughtwhenshesawherchubby，rosylittlegirl，withherblack，curlyhair，insteadofSeriozha，whominthetangleofherideasshehadexpectedtoseeinthenursery。Thelittlegirlsittingatthetablewasobstinatelyandviolentlybatteringonitwithacork，andstaringaimlesslyathermotherwithherpitch-blackeyes。AnsweringtheEnglishnursethatshewasquitewell，andthatshewasgoingtothecountrytomorrow，Annasatdownbythelittlegirlandbeganspinningthecorktoshowher。Butthechild’sloud，ringinglaugh，andthemotionofhereyebrows，recalledVronskysovividlythatshegotuphurriedly，restraininghersobs，andwentaway。`Canitbeallover？No，itcannotbe！’shethought。`Hewillcomeback。Buthowcanheexplainthatsmile，thatexcitementafterhehadbeentalkingtoher？Butevenifhedoesn’texplain，Iwillbelieve。IfIdon’tbelieve，there’sonlyonethingleftforme……andIcan’tdoit。’
Shelookedatherwatch。Twentyminuteshadpassed。`Bynowhehasreceivedthenoteandiscomingback。Notlong，tenminutesmore……Butwhatifhedoesn’tcome？No，thatcannotbe。Hemustn’tseemewithtear-stainedeyes。I’llgoandwash。Yes，yes；didIdomyhairornot？’sheaskedherself。Andshecouldnotremember。Shefeltherheadwithherhand。`Yes，myhairhasbeendone，butwhenIdiditIcan’tintheleastremember。’Shecouldnotbelievetheevidenceofherhand，andwentuptothepierglasstoseewhethershereallyhaddoneherhair。Shecertainlyhad，butshecouldnotthinkwhenshehaddoneit。`Who’sthat？’shethought，lookinginthelookingglassattheswollenfacewithstrangelyglitteringeyes，thatlookedinascaredwayather。`Why，it’sI！’shesuddenlyunderstood，and，lookinground，sheseemedallatoncetofeelhiskissesonher，andtwitchedhershoulders，shuddering。Thensheliftedherhandtoherlipsandkissedit。
`Whatisit？Why，I’mgoingoutofmymind！’Andshewentintoherbedroom，whereAnnushkawastidyingtheroom。
`Annushka，’shesaid，comingtoastandstillbeforeher，andshestaredatthemaid，notknowingwhattosaytoher。
`YoumeanttogoandseeDaryaAlexandrovna，’saidthemaid，asthoughsheunderstood。
`DaryaAlexandrovna？Yes，I’llgo。’
`Fifteenminutesthere，fifteenminutesback。He’scoming，he’llbeheresoon。’Shetookoutherwatchandlookedatit。`Buthowcouldhegoaway，leavingmeinsuchastate？Howcanhelive，withoutmakingitupwithme？’Shewenttothewindowandbeganlookingintothestreet。Judgingbythetime，hemightbebacknow。Buthercalculationsmightbewrong，andshebeganoncemoretorecallwhenhehadstartedandtocounttheminutes。
Atthemomentwhenshehadmovedawaytothebigclocktocompareitwithherwatch，someonedroveup。Glancingoutofthewindow，shesawhiscarriage。Butnoonecameupstairs，andvoicescouldbeheardbelow。Itwasthemessengerwhohadcomebackinthecarriage。Shewentdowntohim。
`Wedidn’tcatchtheCount。TheCounthaddrivenoffontheNizhny-Novgorodline。’
`Whatdoyousay？What！……’shesaidtotherosy，good-humoredMikhail，ashehandedherbackhernote。
`Why，then，hehasneverreceivedit！’shethought。
`GowiththisnotetoCountessVronsky’splaceinthecountry-doyouknowwhereitis？Andbringananswerbackimmediately，’shesaidtothemessenger。
`AndI-whatamIgoingtodo？’shethought。`Yes，I’mgoingtoDolly’s-that’sbest，orelseIshallgooutofmymind。Yes，andIcantelegraph，too。’Andshewroteatelegram:
`Iabsolutelymusttalktoyou；comeatonce。’
Aftersendingoffthetelegram，shewenttodress。Whenshewasdressedandinherhat，sheglancedagainintotheeyesoftheplump，comfortable-lookingAnnushka。Therewasunmistakablesympathyinthosegood-naturedlittlegrayeyes。
`Annushka，dear，whatamItodo？’saidAnna，sobbingandsinkinghelplesslyintoachair。
`Whyfretyourselfso，AnnaArkadyevna？Why，there’snothingoutoftheway。Youdriveoutalittle，andit’llcheeryouup，’saidthemaid。
`Yes，I’mgoing，’saidAnna，rousingherselfandgettingup。`Andifthere’satelegramwhileI’maway，senditontoDaryaAlexandrovna’s……Butno，Ishallbebackmyself。’
`Yes，Imustn’tthink；Imustdosomething，drivesomewhere，and，mostofall，getoutofthishouse，’shesaid，feelingwithterrorthestrangeturmoilgoingoninherownheart，andshemadehastetogoout，andgetintothecarriage。
`Whereto？’askedPiotrbeforegettingonthebox。
`TheZnamenka-theOblonskys’。’
Itwasbrightandsunny。Afinerainhadbeenfallingallthemorning，andnowithadnotlongclearedup。Theironroofs，theflagsofthesidewalks，thecobblesofthepavements，thewheelsandleather，thebrassandthetinplateofthecarriages-allglistenedbrightlyintheMaysunshine。Itwasthreeo’clock，andtheveryliveliesttimeinthestreets。
Asshesatinacornerofthecomfortablecarriagethathardlyswayedonitssupplesprings，whilethegraystrottedswiftly，inthemidstoftheunceasingrattleofwheelsandthechangingimpressionsinthepureair，Annaranovertheeventsofthelastdays，andshesawherpositionquitedifferentlyfromwhatithadseemedathome。Nowthethoughtofdeathseemednolongersoterribleandsocleartoher，anddeathitselfnolongerseemedsoinevitable。Nowsheblamedherselfforthehumiliationtowhichshehadloweredherself。`Ientreathimtoforgiveme。Ihavegivenintohim。Ihaveownedmyselfinfault。Whatfor？Can’tIlivewithouthim？’Andleavingunansweredthequestionhowshewasgoingtolivewithouthim，shefelltoreadingthesignsontheshops。`Officeandwarehouse。Dentalsurgeon。Yes，I’lltellDollyallaboutit。Shedoesn’tlikeVronsky。Ishallbesickandashamed，butI’lltellhereverything。Shelovesme，andI’llfollowheradvice。Iwon’tgiveintohim；Iwon’tlethimtrainmeashepleases。Filippov，``Kalaches。’TheysayhesendshisdoughtoPeterburg。TheMoscowwaterissogoodforit。AndthewellsatMitishchy，andthepancakes。’Andsherememberedhow，long，longago，whenshewasagirlofseventeen，shehadgonewithheraunttoTroitsa。`Byhorsesatthattime。Wasthatreallyme，withredhands？Howmuchofthatwhichseemedtomethensplendidandoutofreachhasbecomeworthless，whilewhatIhadthenhasgoneoutofmyreachforever！CouldIeverhavebelievedthenthatIcouldcometosuchhumiliation？Howproudandsatisfiedhewillbewhenhegetsmynote！ButIwillshowhim……Howhorridthatpaintsmells！Whyisitthey’realwayspaintingandbuilding？Modesetrobes！’sheread。Amanbowedtoher。ItwasAnnushka’shusband。`Ourparasites，’-sherememberedhowVronskyhadsaidthat。`Our？Whyour？What’ssoawfulisthatonecan’ttearupthepastbyitsroots。Onecan’ttearitout，butonecanhideone’smemoryofit。AndI’llhideit。’AndthenshethoughtofherpastwithAlexeiAlexandrovich，ofhowshehadblotteditoutofhermemory。`DollywillthinkI’mleavingmysecondhusband，andsoIcertainlymustbeinthewrong。AsifIcaredtoberight！Ican’thelpit！’shesaid，andshewantedtocry。Butatonceshefelltowonderingwhatthosetwogirlscouldbesmilingabout。`Love，mostlikely。Theydon’tknowhowdrearyitis，howlow……Theboulevardandthechildren。Threeboysrunning，playingathorses。Seriozha！AndI’mlosingeverythingandnotgettinghimback。Yes，I’mlosingeverything，ifhedoesn’treturn。Perhapshewaslateforthetrainandhascomebackbynow。Longingforhumiliationagain！’shesaidtoherself。`No，I’llgotoDolly，andsaystraightouttoher:I’munhappy，Ideservethis，I’mtoblame，butstillI’munhappy，helpme。Thesehorses，thiscarriage-howloathsomeIamtomyselfinthiscarriage-allhis；butIwon’tseethemagain。’
ThinkingoverthewordsinwhichshewouldtellDolly，andintentionallyworkingherheartuptogreatbitterness，Annawentupstairs。
`Isthereanyonewithher？’sheaskedinthehall。
`KaterinaAlexandrovnaLevina，’answeredthefootman。
`Kitty！Kitty，whomVronskywasinlovewith！’thoughtAnna。`Thegirlhethinksofwithlove。He’ssorryhedidn’tmarryher。Butmehethinksofwithhatred，andissorryhehadanythingtodowithme。’
ThesisterswerehavingaconsultationaboutnursingwhenAnnacalled。Dollywentdownalonetoseethevisitorwhohadinterruptedtheirconversation。
`Well，soyou’venotgoneawayyet？Imeanttohavecometoyou，’shesaid；`IhadaletterfromStivatoday。’
`Wehadatelegramtoo，’answeredAnna，lookingroundforKitty。
`Hewritesthathecan’tmakeoutquitewhatAlexeiAlexandrovichwants，buthewon’tgoawaywithoutadecisiveanswer。’
`Ithoughtyouhadsomeonewithyou。CanIseetheletter？’
`Yes-it’sKitty，’saidDolly，embarrassed。`Shestayedinthenursery。Shehasbeenveryill。’
`SoIheard。MayIseetheletter？’
`I’llgetitdirectly。Buthedoesn’trefuse；onthecontrary，Stivahashopes，’saidDolly，stoppinginthedoorway。
`Ihaven’t，andindeedIdon’twishit，’saidAnna。
`What’sthis？DoesKittyconsideritdegradingtomeetme？’thoughtAnnawhenshewasalone。`Perhapsshe’sright，too。Butit’snotforher，thegirlwhowasinlovewithVronsky，it’snotforhertoshowmethat，evenifitistrue。IknowthatinmypositionIcan’tbereceivedbyanydecentwoman。IknewthatfromthefirstmomentIsacrificedeverythingtohim。Andthisismyreward！Oh，howIhatehim！AndwhatdidIcomeherefor？I’mworsehere，moremiserable。’Sheheardfromthenextroomthesisters’voicesinconsultation。`AndwhatamIgoingtosaytoDollynow？AmuseKittybythesightofmywretchedness，submittoherpatronizing？No；andbesides，Dollywouldn’tunderstand。Anditwouldbenogoodmytellingher。ItwouldonlybeinterestingtoseeKitty，toshowherhowIdespiseeveryoneandeverything，hownothingmatterstomenow。’
Dollycameinwiththeletter。Annareaditandhandeditbackinsilence。
`Iknewallthat，’shesaid，`anditdoesn’tinterestmeintheleast。’
`Oh，whyso？Onthecontrary，Ihavehopes，’saidDolly，lookinginquisitivelyatAnna。Shehadneverseenherinsuchastrangelyirritablecondition。`Whenareyougoingaway？’sheasked。
Anna，half-closinghereyes，lookedstraightbeforeheranddidnotanswer。
`WhydoesKittyshrinkfromme？’shesaid，lookingatthedoorandflushingred。
`Oh，whatnonsense！She’snursing，andthingsaren’tgoingrightwithher，andI’vebeenadvisingher……She’sdelighted。She’llbehereinaminute，’saidDollyawkwardly，notcleveratlying。`Yes，heresheis。’
HearingthatAnnahadcalled，Kittyhadwantednottoappear，butDollypersuadedher。Rallyingherforces，Kittywentin，walkeduptoher，blushing，andshookhands。
`Iamsogladtoseeyou，’shesaidwithatremblingvoice。
Kittyhadbeenthrownintoconfusionbytheinwardconflictbetweenherantagonismtothisbadwomanandherdesiretobekindtoher。ButassoonasshesawAnna’slovelyandattractiveface，allfeelingofantagonismdisappeared。
`Ishouldnothavebeensurprisedifyouhadnotcaredtomeetme。I’musedtoeverything。Youhavebeenill？Yes，youarechanged，’saidAnna。
KittyfeltthatAnnawaslookingatherwithhostileeyes。SheascribedthishostilitytotheawkwardpositioninwhichAnna，whohadoncepatronizedher，mustfeelwithhernow，andshefeltsorryforher。
TheytalkedofKitty’sillness，ofthebaby，ofStiva，butitwasobviousthatnothinginterestedAnna。
`Icametosaygood-bytoyou，’shesaid，gettingup。
`Oh，whenareyougoing？’
Butagainnotanswering，AnnaturnedtoKitty。
`Yes，Iamverygladtohaveseenyou，’shesaidwithasmile。`Ihaveheardsomuchofyoufromeveryone，evenfromyourhusband。Hecametoseeme，andIlikedhimverymuch，’shesaid，unmistakablywithmaliciousintent。`Whereishe？’
`Hehasgonebacktothecountry，’saidKitty，blushing。
`Remembermetohim-besureyoudo。’
`I’llbesureto！’Kittysaidna？vely，lookingcompassionatelyintohereyes。
`Good-by，then，Dolly。’AndkissingDollyandshakinghandswithKitty，Annawentouthurriedly。
`She’sjustthesameandjustascharming！She’sverylovely！’saidKitty，whenshewasalonewithhersister。`Butthere’ssomethingpiteousabouther。Awfullypiteous！’
`Yes，there’ssomethingunusualabouthertoday，’saidDolly。`WhenIwentwithherintothehall，Ifanciedshewasalmostcrying。’
Annagotintothecarriageagaininanevenworseframeofmindthanwhenshesetoutfromhome。Toherprevioustortureswasaddednowthatsenseofmortificationandofbeinganoutcast，whichshehadfeltsodistinctlyonmeetingKitty。
`Whereto？Home？’askedPiotr。
`Yes，home，’shesaid，noteventhinkingnowwhereshewasgoing。
`Howtheylookedatmeassomethingdreadful，incomprehensible，andcurious！Whatcanhebetellingtheotherwithsuchwarmth？’shethought，staringattwomenwhowalkedby。`Canoneevertellanyonewhatoneisfeeling？ImeanttotellDolly，andit’sagoodthingIdidn’ttellher。Howpleasedshewouldhavebeenatmymisery！Shewouldhaveconcealedit，butherchieffeelingwouldhavebeendelightatmybeingpunishedforthehappinesssheenviedmefor。Kitty-shewouldhavebeenevenmorepleased。HowIcanseethroughher！SheknowsIwasmorethanusuallykindtoherhusband。Andshe’sjealousandhatesme。Andshedespisesme。InhereyesI’manimmoralwoman。IfIwereanimmoralwomanIcouldhavemadeherhusbandfallinlovewithme……IfI’dcaredto。And，indeed，Ididcareto。There’ssomeonewho’spleasedwithhimself，’shethought，asshesawafat，rubicundgentlemancomingtowardher。Hetookherforanacquaintance，andliftedhisglossyhatabovehisbald，glossyhead，andthenperceivedhismistake。`Hethoughtheknewme。Well，heknowsmeaswellasanyoneintheworldknowsme。Idon’tknowmyself。Iknowmyappetites，astheFrenchsay。Theywantthathokey-pokey，thattheydoknowforcertain，’shethought，lookingattwoboysstoppinganice-creamseller，whotookabarreloffhisheadandbeganwipinghisperspiringfacewithatowel。`Weallwantwhatissweetandtastesgood。Iftherearenosweetmeats，thenahokey-pokeywilldo。AndKitty’sthesame-ifnotVronsky，thenLevin。Andsheenviesme。Andhatesme。Andweallhateeachother。IKitty-Kittyme。Yes，that’sthetruth。Tiutkin，coiffeur……JemefaiscoifferparTiutkin……I’lltellhimthatwhenhecomes，’shethoughtandsmiled。Butthesameinstantsherememberedthatshehadnoonenowtotellanythingamusingto。`Andthere’snothingamusing，nothingmirthful，really。It’sallhateful。Vesperbells-andhowcarefullythatmerchantcrosseshimself！Asifhewereafraidofmissingsomething。Whythesechurches，andthesebells，andthishumbug？Simplytoconcealthatweallhateeachotherlikethesecabdrivers，whoareabusingeachothersoangrily。Iashvinsays，``Hewantstostripmeofmyshirt，andIwishhimthesame。’Yes，that’sthetruth！’
Shewasplungedinthesethoughts，whichsoengrossedherthatsheleftoffthinkingofherownposition，whenthecarriagedrewupatthestepsofherhouse。Itwasonlywhenshesawtheporterrunningouttomeetherthatsherememberedshehadsentthenoteandthetelegram。
`Isthereanyanswer？’sheinquired。
`I’llseethisminute，’answeredtheporter，and，glancingintohisroom，hetookoutandgaveherthethinsquareenvelopeofatelegram。`Ican’tcomebeforeteno’clock-Vronsky，’sheread。
`Andhasn’tthemessengercomeback？’
`No，’answeredtheporter。
`Then，sinceit’sso，IknowwhatImustdo，’shesaid，andfeelingavaguefuryandcravingforrevengerisingupwithinher，sheranupstairs。`I’llgotohimmyself。Beforegoingawayforever，I’lltellhimall。NeverhaveIhatedanyoneasIhatethatman！’shethought。Seeinghishatontherack，sheshudderedwithaversion。Shedidnotconsiderthatthistelegramwasananswertohertelegramandthathehadnotyetreceivedhernote。ShepicturedhimtoherselfastalkingcalmlytohismotherandPrincessSorokina，andrejoicingathersufferings。`Yes，Imustgoquickly，’shesaid，notknowingyetwhereshewasgoing。Shelongedtogetawayasquicklyaspossiblefromthefeelingsshehadgonethroughinthatawfulhouse。Theservants，thewalls，thethingsinthathouse-allarousedrepulsionandhatredinherandlaylikeaweightuponher。
`Yes，Imustgototherailwaystation，andifhe’snotthere，thengothereandcatchhim。’Annalookedattherailwaytimetableinthenewspapers。Aneveningtrainwentattwominutespasteight。`Yes，Ishallbeintime。’Shegaveordersfortheotherhorsestobeputinthecarriage，andpackedinatravelingbagthethingsneededforafewdays。Sheknewshewouldnevercomebackhereagain。
AmongtheplansthatcameintoherheadshevaguelydeterminedthatafterwhatwouldhappenatthestationorattheCountess’shouse，shewouldgoasfarasthefirsttownontheNizhny-Novgorodrailwayandstopthere。
Dinnerwasonthetable；shewentup，butthesmellofthebreadandcheesewasenoughtomakeherfeelthatallfoodwasdisgusting。Sheorderedthecarriageandwentout。Thehousethrewashadownowrightacrossthestreet，butitwasabrighteveningandstillwarminthesunshine。Annushka，whocamedownwithherthings，andPiotr，whoputthethingsinthecarriage，andthecoachman，evidentlyoutofhumor，wereallhatefultoher，andirritatedherbytheirwordsandactions。
`Idon’twantyou，Piotr。’
`Buthowabouttheticket？’
`Well，asyoulike，itdoesn’tmatter，’shesaidcrossly。
Piotrjumpedonthebox，andputtinghisarmsakimbo，toldthecoachmantodrivetothestation。
`Hereitisagain！AgainIunderstanditall！’Annasaidtoherself，assoonasthecarriagehadstartedandswayinglightly，rumbledoverthesmallcobblesofthepavedroad，andagainoneimpressionfollowedrapidlyuponanother。
`Yes；whatwasthelastthingIthoughtofsoclearly？’shetriedtorecall。`Tiutkin，coiffeur？-No，notthat。Yes，ofwhatIashvinsays，thestruggleforexistenceandhatredisallthatholdsmentogether。No，it’sauselessjourneyyou’remaking，’shesaid，mentallyaddressingapartyinacoachandfour，evidentlygoingforanexcursionintothecountry。`Andthedogyou’retakingwithyouwillbenohelptoyou。Youcan’tgetawayfromyourselves。’TurninghereyesinthedirectionPiotrhadturnedtolook，shesawafactoryhandalmostdead-drunk，withhanginghead，beingledawaybyapoliceman。`Come，he’sfoundaquickerway，’shethought。`CountVronskyandIdidnotfindthathappinesseither，thoughweexpectedsomuchfromit。’AndnowforthefirsttimeAnnaturnedthatglaringlightinwhichshewasseeingeverythingonherrelationswithhim，whichshehadhithertoavoidedthinkingabout。`Whatwasithesoughtinme？Notlovesomuchasthesatisfactionofvanity。’Sherememberedhiswords，theexpressionofhisface，thatrecalledasubmissivesetterdog，intheearlydaysoftheirconnection。Andeverythingnowconfirmedthis。`Yes，therewasthetriumphofvanityinhim。Ofcoursetherewaslovetoo，butthechiefelementwastheprideofsuccess。Heboastedofme。Nowthat’sover。There’snothingtobeproudof。Nottobeproudof，buttobeashamedof。Hehastakenfrommeallhecould，andnowIamnousetohim。Heiswearyofmeandistryingnottobedishonorableinhisbehaviortome。Heletthatoutyesterday-hewantsdivorceandmarriagesoastoburnhisships。Helovesme，buthow？Thezestisgone，astheEnglishsay。Thatfellowwantseveryonetoadmirehimandisverymuchpleasedwithhimself，’shethought，lookingatared-facedclerk，ridingonariding-schoolhorse。`Yes，there’snotthesamezestaboutmeforhimnow。IfIgoawayfromhim，atthebottomofhishearthewillbeglad。’
Thiswasnotmeresupposition，shesawitdistinctlyinthepiercinglightwhichrevealedtohernowthemeaningoflifeandhumanrelations。
`Mylovekeepsgrowingmorepassionateandegoistic，whilehisiswaningandwaning，andthat’swhywe’redriftingapart。’Shewentonmusing。`Andthere’snohelpforit。Heiseverythingforme，andIwanthimmoreandmoretogivehimselfuptomeentirely。Andhewantsmoreandmoretogetawayfromme。Precisely:wewenttomeetoneanotheruptothetimeofourliaison，andsincethenwehavebeenirresistiblydriftingindifferentdirections。Andthere’snoalteringthat。HetellsmeI’minsanelyjealous，andIhavetoldmyselfthatIaminsanelyjealous；butit’snottrue。I’mnotjealous，butI’munsatisfied。But……’sheopenedherlips，andshiftedherplaceinthecarriageintheexcitement，arousedbythethoughtthatsuddenlystruckher。`IfIcouldbeanythingbutamistress，passionatelycaringfornothingbuthiscaresses；butIcan’t，andIdon’tcaretobeanythingelse。AndbythatdesireIrouseaversioninhim，andherousesfuryinme，anditcannotbedifferent。Don’tIknowthathewouldn’tdeceiveme，thathehasnoschemesaboutPrincessSorokina，thathe’snotinlovewithKitty，thathewon’tdesertme！Iknowallthat，butitmakesitnobetterforme。Ifwithoutlovingme，fromduty，he’llbegoodandkindtome，withoutwhatIwant-that’sathousandtimesworsethanunkindness！That’shell！Andthat’sjusthowitis。Foralongwhilenowhehasn’tlovedme。Andwhereloveends，hatebegins。Idon’tknowthesestreetsatall。Hills，apparently，andstillhouses，andhouses……Andinthehousesalwayspeopleandpeople……Howmanyofthem-noend，andallhatingeachother！Come，letmetryandthinkwhatIwanttomakemehappy。Well？SupposeIamdivorced，andAlexeiAlexandrovichletsmehaveSeriozha，andImarryVronsky。’ThinkingofAlexeiAlexandrovich，sheatoncepicturedhimwithextraordinaryvividnessasthoughhewerealivebeforeher，withhismild，lifeless，dulleyes，theblueveinsonhiswhitehands，hisintonations，andthecrackingofhisfingers，andrememberingthefeelingwhichhadexistedbetweenthem，andwhichwasalsocalledlove，sheshudderedwithloathing。`Well，I’mdivorced，andbecomeVronsky’swife。Well，willKittyceaselookingatmeasshelookedatmetoday？No。AndwillSeriozhaleaveoffaskingandwonderingaboutmytwohusbands？AndisthereanynewfeelingIcanawakenbetweenVronskyandme？Istherepossible，ifnothappiness，somesortofeasefrommisery？No，no！’sheanswerednowwithouttheslightesthesitation。`Impossible！Wearedrawnapartbylife，andImakehisunhappiness，andhemine，andthere’snoalteringhimorme。Everyattempthasbeenmade，thescrewhascomeunscrewed。Oh，abeggarwomanwithababy。ShethinksI’msorryforher。Aren’tweallflungintotheworldonlytohateeachother，andsototortureourselvesandeachother？Schoolboyscoming-laughing-Seriozha？’shethought。`Ithought，too，thatIlovedhim，andusedtobetouchedbymyowntenderness。ButIhavelivedwithouthim，Igavehimupforanotherlove，anddidnotregrettheexchangetillthatlovewassatisfied。’Andwithloathingshethoughtofwhatshemeantbythatlove。Andtheclearnesswithwhichshesawlifenow，herownandallmen’swasapleasuretoher。`It’ssowithmeandPiotr，andFiodorthecoachman，andthatmerchant，andallthepeoplelivingalongtheVolga，wherethoseplacardsinviteonetogo，andeverywhereandalways，’shethoughtwhenshehaddrivenunderthelow-pitchedroofoftheNizhny-Novgorodstationandtheportersrantomeether。
`AtickettoObiralovka？’saidPiotr。
Shehadutterlyforgottenwhereandwhyshewasgoing，andonlybyagreateffortsheunderstoodthequestion。
`Yes，’shesaid，handinghimherpurse，and，takingalittleredbaginherhand，shegotoutofthecarriage。
Makingherwaythroughthecrowdtothefirst-classwaitingroom，shegraduallyrecollectedallthedetailsofherposition，andtheplansbetweenwhichshewashesitating。Andagainattheoldsoreplaces，hopeandthendespairscrapedthewoundsofhertortured，fearfullythrobbingheart。Asshesatonthestar-shapedsofawaitingforthetrain，shegazedwithaversionatthepeoplecomingandgoingtheywereallhatefultoher，andthoughthowshewouldarriveatthestation，wouldwritehimanote，andwhatshewouldwritetohim，andhowhewasatthismomentcomplainingtohismotherofhisposition，notunderstandinghersufferings，andhowshewouldgointotheroom，andwhatshewouldsaytohim。Thenshethoughtthatlifemightstillbehappy，andhowmiserablyshelovedandhatedhim，andhowfearfullyherheartwasbeating。
Abellrang，someyoungmen，uglyandimpudent，andatthesametimecarefuloftheimpressiontheyweremaking，hurriedby。Piotr，too，crossedtheroominhisliveryandspatterdasheswithhisdull，brutishface，andcameuptohertotakehertothetrain。Thenoisyyoungmenwerequietasshepassedthemontheplatform，andonewhisperedsomethingabouthertoanother-somethingvile，nodoubt。Shesteppeduponthehighstep，andsatdowninacarriagebyherselfonadirtyspringseatthathadoncebeenwhite。Herbaglaybesideher，shakenupanddownbythespringinessoftheseat。WithafoolishsmilePiotrraisedhishat，withitsgalloonedband，atthewindow，intokenoffarewell；animpudentconductorslammedthedoorandthelatch。Agrotesque-lookingladywearingabustleAnnamentallyundressedthewoman，andwasappalledatherhideousness，andalittlegirllaughingaffectedly，randowntheplatform。
`KaterinaAndreevna，she’sgotthemall，matante！’criedthegirl。
`Eventhechild’shideousandaffected，’thoughtAnna。Toavoidseeinganyone，shegotupquicklyandseatedherselfattheoppositewindowoftheemptycarriage。Amisshapen-lookingpeasantcoveredwithdirt，inacapfromwhichhistangledhairstuckoutallaround，passedbythatwindow，stoopingdowntothecarriagewheels。`There’ssomethingfamiliaraboutthathideouspeasant，’thoughtAnna。Andrememberingherdream，shemovedawaytotheoppositedoor，shakingwithterror。Theconductoropenedthedoorandletinamanandhiswife。
`Doyouwishtogetout？’
Annamadenoanswer。Theconductorandhertwofellowpassengersdidnotnoticeunderherveilherpanic-strickenface。Shewentbacktohercornerandsatdown。Thecoupleseatedthemselvesontheoppositeside，andintentlybutsurreptitiouslyscrutinizedherclothes。BothhusbandandwifeseemedrepulsivetoAnna。Thehusbandaskedifshewouldallowhimtosmoke，obviouslynotwithaviewtosmoking，buttogettingintoconversationwithher。Receivingherassent，hesaidtohiswifeinFrenchsomethingaboutcaringlesstosmokethantotalk。Theymadeinaneandaffectedremarkstooneanother，entirelyforherbenefit。Annasawclearlythattheyweresickofeachother，andhatedeachother。Andnoonecouldhavehelpedhatingsuchmiserablemonstrosities。
Asecondbellsounded，andwasfollowedbymovingofluggage，noise，shoutingandlaughter。ItwassocleartoAnnathattherewasnothingforanyonetobegladof，thatthislaughterirritatedheragonizingly，andshewouldhavelikedtostopupherearsnottohearit。Atlastthethirdbellrang，therewasawhistleandahissofsteam，andaclankofchains，andthemaninhercarriagecrossedhimself。`Itwouldbeinterestingtoaskhimwhatmeaningheattachestothat，’thoughtAnna，lookingangrilyathim。Shelookedpasttheladyoutofthewindowatthepeoplewhoseemedwhirlingby，astheyranbesidethetrainorstoodontheplatform。Thetrain，jerkingatregularintervalsatthejunctionsoftherails，rolledbytheplatform，pastastonewall，asignalbox，pastothertrains；thewheels，movingmoresmoothlyandevenly，resoundedwithaslightclangontherails。Thewindowwaslightedupbythebrighteveningsun，andaslightbreezeflutteredthecurtain。Annaforgotherfellowpassengers，andtothelightswayingofthetrainshefelltothinkingagain，asshebreathedthefreshair。
`Yes，whatdidIstopat？ThatIcouldn’tfindaconditioninwhichlifewouldnotbeamisery，thatweareallcreatedtobemiserable，andthatweallknowit，andallinventmeansofdeceivingeachother。Andwhenoneseesthetruth，whatisonetodo？’
`That’swhyreasonisgiventoman，toescapefromwhatworrieshim，’saidtheladyinFrench，lispingaffectedly，andobviouslypleasedwithherphrase。
ThewordsseemedananswertoAnna’sthoughts。
`Toescapefromwhatworrieshim，’repeatedAnna。Andglancingatthered-cheekedhusbandandthethinwife，shesawthatthesicklywifeconsideredherselfmisunderstood，andthehusbanddeceivedherandencouragedherinthatideaofherself。Annaseemedtoseealltheirhistoryandallthecranniesoftheirsouls，turningalightuponthem，asitwere。Buttherewasnothinginterestinginthem，andshepursuedherthought。
`Yes，I’mverymuchworried，andthat’swhyreasonwasgivenme，toescape；sothen，onemustescape:whynotputoutthelightwhenthere’snothingmoretolookat，whenit’ssickeningtolookatitall？Buthow？Whydidtheconductorrunalongthefootboard，whyaretheyshrieking，thoseyoungmeninthattrain？Whyaretheytalking，whyaretheylaughing？It’sallfalsehood，alllying，allhumbug，allcruelty！……’
Whenthetraincameintothestation，Annagotoutintothecrowdofpassengers，andmovingapartfromthemasiftheywerelepers，shestoodontheplatform，tryingtothinkwhatshehadcomeherefor，andwhatshemeanttodo。Everythingthathadseemedtoherpossiblebeforewasnowsodifficulttoconsider，especiallyinthisnoisycrowdofhideouspeoplewhowouldnotleaveheralone。Atonemomentportersranuptoherprofferingtheirservices，thenyoungmenclackingtheirheelsontheplanksoftheplatformandtalkingloudly，staredather，thenpeoplemeetingherdodgedpastonthewrongside。Rememberingthatshehadmeanttogoonfartheriftherewasnoanswer，shestoppedaporterandaskedifhercoachmanwerenotherewithanotefromCountVronsky。
`CountVronsky？TheysentupherefromtheVronskysjustthisminute，tomeetPrincessSorokinaandherdaughter。Andwhatisthecoachmanlike？’
Justasshewastalkingtotheporter，thecoachmanMikhail，redandcheerfulinhissmartbluecoatandchain，evidentlyproudofhavingsosuccessfullyperformedhiscommission，cameuptoherandgaveheraletter。Shebrokeitopen，andherheartachedbeforeshehadreadit。
`Iamverysorryyournotedidnotreachme。Iwillbehomeatten，’Vronskyhadwrittencarelessly。
`Yes，that’swhatIexpected！’shesaidtoherselfwithanevilsmile。
`Verygood，youcangohomenow，’shesaidsoftly，addressingMikhail。Shespokesoftlybecausetherapidityofherheart’sbeatinghinderedherbreathing。`No，Iwon’tletTheemakememiserable，’shethoughtmenacingly，addressingnothim，notherself，butthepowerthatmadehersuffer，andshewalkedalongtheplatform。
Twomaidservantswalkingalongtheplatformturnedtheirheads，staringatherandmakingsomeremarksaboutherdress。`Real，’theysaidofthelaceshewaswearing。Theyoungmenwouldnotleaveherinpeace。Againtheypassedby，peeringintoherface，andwithalaughshoutingsomethinginanunnaturalvoice。Thestationmastercomingupaskedherwhethershewasgoingbythetrain。Aboysellingkvassnevertookhiseyesoffher。`MyGod！WhereamItogo？’shethought，goingfartherandfartheralongtheplatform。Attheendshestopped。Someladiesandchildren，whohadcometomeetagentlemaninspectacles，pausedintheirloudlaughterandtalking，andstaredatherasshereachedthem。Shequickenedherpaceandwalkedawayfromthemtotheedgeoftheplatform。Agoodstrainwascomingin。Theplatformbegantosway，andshefanciedshewasinthetrainagain。
AndallatonceshethoughtofthemancrushedbythetrainthedayshehadfirstmetVronsky，andsheknewwhatshehadtodo。Witharapid，lightstepshewentdownthestepsthatledfromtheplatformtotherailsandstoppedquiteneartheapproachingtrain。Shelookedatthelowerpartofthecarriages，atthescrewsandchains，andthetallcast-ironwheelofthefirstcarriageslowlymovingup，andtriedtomeasurethemiddlebetweenthefrontandbackwheels，andtheveryminutewhenthatmiddlepointwouldbeoppositeher。
`There，’shesaidtoherself，lookingintotheshadowofthecarriage，atthesandandcoaldustwhichcoveredthesleepers-`there，intheverymiddle，andIwillpunishhimandescapefromeveryoneandfrommyself。’
Shetriedtoflingherselfbelowthewheelsofthefirstcarasitreachedher；buttheredbagwhichshetriedtodropoutofherhanddelayedher，andshewastoolate；shemissedthemiddleofthecar。Shehadtowaitforthenextone。Afeelingsuchasshehadknownwhenabouttotakethefirstplungeinbathingcameuponher，andshecrossedherself。Thatfamiliargestureofcrossingbroughtbackintohersoulawholeseriesofgirlishandchildishmemories，andsuddenlythedarknessthathadcoveredeverythingforherwastornapart，andliferoseupbeforeherforaninstantwithallitsbrightpastjoys。Butshedidnottakehereyesfromthewheelsofthesecondcar。Andexactlyatthemomentwhenthespacebetweenthewheelscameoppositeher，shedroppedtheredbag，anddrawingherheadbackintohershoulders，fellonherhandsunderthecar，andlightly，asthoughshewouldriseagainatonce，droppedontoherknees。Andatthesameinstantshewasterror-strickenatwhatshewasdoing。`WhereamI？WhatamIdoing？Whatfor？’Shetriedtogetup，todropbackward；butsomethinghugeandmercilessstruckherontheheadanddrewalongonherback。`Lord，forgivemeall！’shesaid，feelingitimpossibletostruggle。Apeasant，mutteringsomething，wasworkingattheiron。Andthecandlebywhichshehadbeenreadingthebookfilledwithtroubles，falsehoods，sorrow，andevil，flaredupmorebrightlythaneverbefore，lightedupforherallthathadbeenindarkness，sputtered，begantogrowdim，andwasquenchedforever。
Almosttwomonthshadpassed。Thehotsummerwashalfover，butSergeiIvanovichwasonlyjustpreparingtoleaveMoscow。
SergeiIvanovich’slifehadnotbeenuneventfulduringthistime。Ayearagohehadfinishedhisbook，thefruitofsixyears’labor。AnInquiryConcerningthePrinciplesandFormsofGovernmentinEuropeandRussia。Severalsectionsofthisbookanditsintroductionhadappearedinperiodicalpublications，andotherpartshadbeenreadbySergeiIvanovichtopersonsofhiscircle，sothattheleadingideasoftheworkcouldnotbeentirelynoveltothepublic。Butstill，SergeiIvanovichhadexpectedthatonitsappearancehisbookwouldbesuretomakeaseriousimpressiononsociety，andifitdidnotcausearevolutioninsocialscienceitwould，atanyrate，makeagreatstirinthescientificworld。
Afterthemostconscientiousrevisionthebookhadlastyearbeenpublished，andhadbeendistributedamongthebooksellers。
Thoughheaskednooneaboutit，reluctantlyandwithfeignedindifferenceansweredhisfriends’inquiriesastohowthebookwasgoing，anddidnoteveninquireofthebooksellershowthebookwasselling，SergeiIvanovichwasallonthealert，withstrainedattention，watchingforthefirstimpressionhisbookwouldmakeintheworldandinliterature。
Butaweekpassed，asecond，athird，andinsocietynoimpressionwhatevercouldbedetected。Thoseofhisfriends，whowerespecialistsandsavants，occasionally-unmistakablyfrompoliteness-alludedtoit。Therestofhisacquaintances，notinterestedinabookonalearnedsubject，didnottalkofitatall。Andsocietygenerally-justnowespeciallyabsorbedinotherthings-wasabsolutelyindifferent。Inthepress，too，forawholemonththerewasnotawordabouthisbook。
SergeiIvanovichhadcalculatedtoanicetythetimenecessaryforwritingareview，butamonthpassed，andasecond，andstilltherewassilence。
OnlyintheNorthernBeetle，inacomicarticleonthesingerDrabanti，whohadlosthisvoice，therewasacontemptuousallusiontoKoznishev’sbook，suggestingthatthebookhadbeenlongagoseenthroughbyeveryone，andwasasubjectofgeneralridicule。
Atlast，inthethirdmonth，acriticalarticleappearedinaseriousreview。SergeiIvanovichknewtheauthorofthearticle。HehadmethimonceatGolubtsov’s。
Theauthorofthearticlewasayoungman，aninvalid，veryboldasawriter，butextremelydeficientinbreedingandshyinpersonalrelations。
Inspiteofhisabsolutecontemptfortheauthor，itwaswithcompleterespectthatSergeiIvanovichsetaboutreadingthearticle。Thearticlewasawful。
Thecritichadundoubtedlyputaninterpretationuponthebookwhichcouldnotpossiblybeputonit。Buthehadselectedquotationssoadroitlythatforpeoplewhohadnotreadthebookandobviouslyscarcelyanyonehadreadititseemedabsolutelyclearthatthewholebookwasnothingbutamedleyofhigh-flownphrases，noteven-assuggestedbymarksofinterrogation-usedappropriately，andthattheauthorofthebookwasapersonabsolutelywithoutknowledgeofthesubject。AndallthiswassowittilydonethatSergeiIvanovichwouldnothavedisownedsuchwithimself。Butthatwasjustwhatwassoawful。
InspiteofthescrupulousconscientiousnesswithwhichSergeiIvanovichverifiedthecorrectnessofthecritic’sarguments，hedidnotforaminutestoptoponderoverthefaultsandmistakeswhichwereridiculed；butunconsciouslyhebeganimmediatelytryingtorecalleverydetailofhismeetingandconversationwiththeauthorofthearticle。
`Didn’tIoffendhiminsomeway？’SergeiIvanovichwondered。
Andrememberingthatwhentheymethehadcorrectedtheyoungmanaboutsomethinghehadsaidthatbetrayedignorance，SergeiIvanovichfoundtheexplanationforthetrendofthearticle。
Thisarticlewasfollowedbyadeadlysilenceaboutthebookbothinthepressandinconversation，andSergeiIvanovichsawthathissixyears’task，toiledatwithsuchloveandlabor，hadgone，leavingnotrace。
SergeiIvanovich’spositionwasstillmoredifficultfromthefactthat，sincehehadfinishedhisbook，hehadhadmoreliteraryworktodo，suchashadhithertooccupiedthegreaterpartofhistime。
SergeiIvanovichwasclever，cultivatedhealthyandenergetic，andhedidnotknowwhatusetomakeofhisenergy。Conversationsindrawingrooms，inmeetings，assemblies，andcommittees-everywherewheretalkwaspossible-tookuppartofhistime。Butbeingusedforyearstotownlife，hedidnotwasteallhisenergiesintalk，ashislessexperiencedyoungerbrotherdid，whenhewasinMoscow。Hehadagreatdealofleisureandintellectualenergystilltodisposeof。
Fortunatelyforhim，atthisperiodsodifficultforhimbecauseofthefailureofhisbook，thevariouspublicquestionsofthedissentingsects，oftheAmericanFriends，oftheSamarafamine，ofexhibition，andofspiritualism，weredefinitelyreplacedinpublicinterestbytheSlavonicquestion，whichhadhithertoratherlanguidlyinterestedsociety，andSergeiIvanovich，whohadbeenoneofthefirsttoraisethissubject，threwhimselfintoitheartandsoul。
InthecircletowhichSergeiIvanovichbelonged，nothingwastalkedoforwrittenaboutjustnowbuttheServianwar。EverythingthattheidlecrowdusuallydoestokilltimewasdonenowforthebenefitoftheSlavonicpeoples。Balls，concerts，dinners，speeches，ladies’dresses，beer，taverns-everythingtestifiedtosympathywiththeSlavonicpeoples。
Frommuchofwhatwasspokenandwrittenonthesubject，SergeiIvanovichdifferedonvariouspoints。HesawthattheSlavonicquestionhadbecomeoneofthosefashionabledistractionswhichsucceedoneanotherinprovidingsocietywithanobjectandanoccupation。Hesaw，too，thatagreatmanypeopleweretakingupthesubjectfrommotivesofself-interestandself-advertisement。Herecognizedthatthenewspaperspublishedagreatdealthatwassuperfluousandexaggerated，withthesoleaimofattractingattentionandtalkingoneanotherdown。Hesawthatinthisgeneralmovementthosewhothrustthemselvesmostforwardandshoutedtheloudestweremenwhohadfailedandweresmartingunderasenseofinjury-generalswithoutarmies，ministersnotintheministry，journalistsnotonanypaper，partyleaderswithoutfollowers。Hesawthattherewasagreatdealinitthatwasfrivolousandabsurd。Buthesawandrecognizedanunmistakablegrowingenthusiasm，unitingallclasses，withwhichitwasimpossiblenottosympathize。ThemassacreofmenwhowerefellowChristians，andofthesameSlavonicrace，excitedsympathyforthesufferersandindignationagainsttheoppressors。AndtheheroismoftheServiansandMontenegrinsstrugglingforagreatcausebegotinthewholepeoplealongingtohelptheirbrothersnotinwordbutindeed。
ButinthistherewasanotheraspectthatmadeSergeiIvanovichrejoice。Thatwasthemanifestationofpublicopinion。Thepublichaddefinitelyexpresseditsdesire。Thesoulofthepeoplehad，asSergeiIvanovichsaid，foundexpression。Andthemoreheworkedinthiscause，themoreincontestableitseemedtohimthatitwasacausedestinedtoassumevastdimensions，tocreateanepoch。
Hethrewhimselfheartandsoulintotheserviceofthisgreatcause，andforgottothinkabouthisbook。
Hiswholetimenowwasengrossedbyit，sothathecouldscarcelymanagetoanswerallthelettersandappealsaddressedtohim。
Heworkedthewholespringandpartofthesummer，anditwasonlyinJulythathepreparedtogoawaytohisbrother’scountryplace。
Hewasgoingbothtorestforafortnight，andintheveryheartofthepeople，inthefarthestwildsofthecountry，toenjoythesightofthatupliftingofthespiritofthepeople，ofwhich，likeallresidentsinthecapitalandbigtowns，hewasfullypersuaded。KatavassovhadlongintendedtocarryouthispromisetostaywithLevin，andsohewasgoingwithhim。
SergeiIvanovichandKatavassovhadjustreachedthestationoftheKurskline，whichwasparticularlybusyandfullofpeoplethatday，when，lookingroundforthegroomwhowasfollowingwiththeirthings，theysawapartyofvolunteersdrivingupinfourcabs。Ladiesmetthemwithbouquetsofflowers，and，followedbytherushingcrowd，theywentintothestation。
Oneoftheladieswhohadmetthevolunteers，cameoutofthehallandaddressedSergeiIvanovich。
`Youalsocometoseethemoff？’sheaskedinFrench。
`No，I’mgoingawaymyself，Princess。Tomybrother’sforaholiday。Doyoualwaysseethemoff？’saidSergeiIvanovichwithabarelyperceptiblesmile。
`Oh，thatwouldbeimpossible！’answeredthePrincess。`Isittruethateighthundredhavebeensentfromusalready？Malvinskywouldn’tbelieveme。’
`Morethaneighthundred。IfyoureckonthosewhohavebeensentnotdirectlyfromMoscow，overathousand，’answeredSergeiIvanovich。
`There！That’sjustwhatIsaid！’exclaimedtheladyjoyously。`Andit’struetoo，Isuppose，thataboutamillionhasbeensubscribed？’
`Yes，Princess。’
`Whatdoyousaytotoday’stelegram？TheTurkshavebeenoverwhelmedagain。’
`Yes，soIsaw，’answeredSergeiIvanovich。TheywerespeakingofthelasttelegramstatingthattheTurkshadbeenforthreedaysinsuccessionbeatenatallpointsandputtoflight，andthattomorrowadecisiveengagementwasexpected。
`Ah，bytheway，asplendidyoungfellowhasaskedleavetogo，andthey’vemadesomedifficulty-Idon’tknowwhy。Imeanttoaskyou；Iknowhim；pleasewriteanoteabouthiscase。He’sbeingsentbyCountessLidiaIvanovna。’
SergeiIvanovichaskedforallthedetailsthePrincessknewabouttheyoungman，and，goingintothefirst-classwaitingroom，wroteanotetothepersononwhomthegrantingofleaveofabsencedepended，andhandedittothePrincess。
`YouknowCountVronsky，thenotoriousone……isgoingbythistrain？’saidthePrincesswithasmilefulloftriumphandmeaning，whenhefoundheragainandgavehertheletter。
`Ihadheardhewasgoing，butIdidnotknowwhen。Bythistrain？’
`I’veseenhim。He’shere:there’sonlyhismotherseeinghimoff。It’sthebestthing，anyway，thathecoulddo。’
`Oh，yes，ofcourse。’
Whiletheyweretalkingthecrowdstreamedbythemtowardthediningtable。Theywentforwardtoo，andheardagentlemanwithaglassinhishanddeliveringalouddiscoursetothevolunteers。`Intheserviceofreligion，humanity，andourbrethren，’thegentlemansaid，hisvoicegrowinglouderandlouder；`tothisgreatcausemotherMoscowdedicatesyouwithherblessing。Jivio！’heconcluded，concluded，loudlyandtearfully。
EveryoneshoutedJivio！andafreshcrowddashedintothehall，almostcarryingthePrincessoffherfeet。
`Ah，Princess！Thatwassomethinglike！’saidStepanArkadyevich，suddenlyappearinginthemidstofthecrowdandbeaminguponthemwithadelightedsmile。`Capitally，warmlysaid，wasn’tit？Bravo！AndSergeiIvanovich！Why，yououghttohavesaidsomething-justafewwords，youknow，toencouragethem；youdothatsowell，’headdedwithasoft，respectful，anddiscreetsmile，movingSergeiIvanovichforwardalittlebythearm。
`No，I’mjustoff。’
`Whereto？’
`Tothecountry，tomybrother’s，’answeredSergeiIvanovich。
`Thenyou’llseemywife。I’vewrittentoher，butyou’llseeherfirst。Pleasetellherthatthey’veseenmeandthatit’s``allright，’astheEnglishsay。She’llunderstand。Oh，andbesogoodastotellherI’mappointedmemberofthecommittee……Butshe’llunderstand！Youknow，lespetitesmisèresdelaviehumaine，’hesaid，asitwereapologizingtothePrincess。`AndPrincessMiaghkaia-notLiza，butBibish-issendingathousandgunsandtwelvenurses，afterall。DidItellyou？’
`Yes，Iheardso，’answeredKoznishevindifferently。
`It’sapityyou’regoingaway，’saidStepanArkadyevich。`Tomorrowwe’regivingadinnertotwowhoaresettingoff-Dimer-BiartnianskyfromPeterburgandourVeslovsky，Grisha。They’rebothgoing。Veslovsky’sonlylatelymarried。There’safinefellowforyou！Eh，Princess？’heturnedtothelady。
ThePrincesslookedatKoznishevwithoutreplying。ButthefactthatSergeiIvanovichandthePrincessseemedanxioustogetridofhimdidnotintheleastdisconcertStepanArkadyevich。Smiling，hestaredatthefeatherinthePrincess’shat，andthenabouthimasthoughheweregoingtopicksomethingup。Seeingaladyapproachingwithacollectionbox，hebeckonedherupandputinafive-roublenote。
`IcanneverseethesecollectionboxesunmovedwhileI’vemoneyinmypocket，’hesaid。`Andhowabouttoday’stelegram？FinechapsthoseMontenegrins！’
`Youdon’tsayso！’hecried，whenthePrincesstoldhimthatVronskywasgoingbythistrain。ForaninstantStepanArkadyevich’sfacelookedsad，butaminutelater，when，strokinghiswhiskersandswingingashewalked，hewentintothehallwhereVronskywas，hehadcompletelyforgottenhisowndespairingsobsoverhissister’scorpse，andhesawinVronskyonlyaheroandanoldfriend。
`Withallhisfaultsonecan’trefusetodohimjustice，’saidthePrincesstoSergeiIvanovich，assoonasStepanArkadyevichhadleftthem。`WhatatypicallyRussian，Slavnature！Only，I’mafraiditwon’tbepleasantforVronskytoseehim。Saywhatyouwill，I’mtouchedbythatman’sfate。Dotalktohimalittleontheway，’saidthePrincess。
`Yes，perhaps，iftheoccasionarises。’
`Ineverlikedhim。Butthisatonesforagreatdeal。He’snotmerelygoinghimself-he’stakingasquadronathisownexpense。’
`Yes，soIheard。’
Abellsounded。Everyonecrowdedtothedoors。
`Hereheis！’saidthePrincess，indicatingVronsky，who，withhismotheronhisarmwalkedby，wearingalongovercoatandwide-brimmedblackhat。Oblonskywaswalkingbesidehim，talkingeagerlyofsomething。
Vronskywasfrowningandlookingstraightbeforehim，asthoughhedidnothearwhatStepanArkadyevichwassaying。
ProbablyonOblonsky’spointingthemout，helookedroundinthedirectionwherethePrincessandSergeiIvanovichwerestanding，and，withoutspeaking，liftedhishat。Hisface，agedandwornbysuffering，lookedstony。
Goingontotheplatform，Vronskylefthismotheranddisappearedintoacompartment。
Ontheplatformthererangout`GodsavetheCzar，’thenshoutsof`Hurrah！’and`Jivio！’Oneofthevolunteers，atall，veryyoungmanwithahollowchest，wasparticularlyconspicuous，bowingandwavinghisfelthatandanosegayoverhishead。Thentwoofficersemerged，bowingtoo，andastoutmanwithabigbeard，wearingagreasyforagecap。
Havingsaidgood-bytothePrincess，SergeiIvanovichwasjoinedbyKatavassov；togethertheygotintoacarriagefulltooverflowing，andthetrainstarted。
AtCzaritsinostationthetrainwasmetbyachorusofyoungmensinging`HailtoThee！’Againthevolunteersbowedandpokedtheirheadsout，butSergeiIvanovichpaidnoattentiontothem。Hehadhadsomuchtodowiththevolunteersthatthetypewasfamiliartohimanddidnotinteresthim。Katavassov，whosescientificworkhadpreventedhishavingachanceofobservingthemhitherto，wasverymuchinterestedinthemandquestionedSergeiIvanovich。
SergeiIvanovichadvisedhimtogointothesecondclassandtalktothemhimself。AtthenextstationKatavassovactedonthissuggestion。
Atthefirststophemovedintothesecondclassandmadetheacquaintanceofthevolunteers。Theyweresittinginacornerofthecarriage，talkingloudlyandobviouslyawarethattheattentionofthepassengers，andofKatavassov，ashegotin，wasconcentrateduponthem。Moreloudlythanalltalkedthetall，hollow-chestedyoungman。Hewasunmistakablytipsy，andwasrelatingsomestorythathadoccurredathisschool。Facinghimsatamiddle-agedofficerintheAustrianmilitaryjacketoftheGuards’uniform。Hewaslisteningwithasmiletothehollow-chestedyouth，andoccasionallypullinghimup。Thethird，inanartilleryuniform，wassittingonaportmanteaubesidethem。Afourthwasasleep。
Enteringintoconversationwiththeyouth，KatavassovlearnedthathewasawealthyMoscowmerchantwhohadrunthroughalargefortunebeforehewastwo-and-twenty。Katavassovdidnotlikehim，becausehewasunmanlyandeffeminateandsickly。Hewasobviouslyconvinced，especiallynowafterdrinking，thathewasperformingaheroicaction，andhebraggedofitinthemostunpleasantway。
Thesecond，theretiredofficer，madeanunpleasantimpressiontoouponKatavassov。Hewas，itseemed，amanwhohadtriedeverything。Hehadbeenonarailway，hadbeenalandsteward，andhadstartedfactories，andhetalked，quitewithoutnecessity，ofeverything，andusedlearnedexpressionsquiteinappropriately。
Thethird，theartilleryman，onthecontrary，struckKatavassovveryfavorably。Hewasaquiet，modestfellow，unmistakablyimpressedbytheknowledgeoftheofficerandtheheroicself-sacrificeofthemerchant，andsayingnothingabouthimself。WhenKatavassovaskedhimwhathadimpelledhimtogotoServia，heansweredmodestly:
`Oh，well，everyone’sgoing。TheServianswanthelp，too。I’msorryforthem。’
`Yes，youartillerymenareespeciallyscarcethere，’saidKatavassov。
`Oh，Iwasn’tlongintheartillery；maybethey’llputmeintotheinfantryorthecavalry。’
`Intotheinfantry，whentheyneedartillerymorethananything？’saidKatavassov，fancyingfromtheartilleryman’sapparentagethathemusthavereachedafairlyhighgrade。
`Iwasn’tlongintheartillery；I’majunker，inreserve，’hesaid，andhebegantoexplainhowhehadfailedinhisexamination。
AllofthistogethermadeadisagreeableimpressiononKatavassov，andwhenthevolunteersgotoutatastationforadrink，Katavassovwouldhavelikedtocomparehisunfavorableimpressioninconversationwithsomeone。Therewasanoldmaninthecarriage，wearingamilitaryovercoat，whohadbeenlisteningallthewhiletoKatavassov’sconversationwiththevolunteers。Whentheywereleftalone，Katavassovaddressedhim。
`Whatdifferentpositionstheycomefrom，allthosefellowswhoaregoingoffthere，’Katavassovsaidvaguely，notwishingtoexpresshisownopinion，andatthesametimeanxioustofindouttheoldman’sviews。
Theoldmanwasanofficerwhohadservedintwocampaigns。Heknewwhatmakesasoldier，and，judgingbytheappearanceandthetalkofthosepersons，bytheswaggerwithwhichtheyhadrecoursetothebottleonthejourney，heconsideredthempoorsoldiers。Moreover，helivedinadistricttown，andhewaslongingtotellhowonesoldierhadvolunteeredfromhistown，adrunkardandathiefwhomnoonewouldemployasalaborer。Butknowingbyexperiencethatinthepresentconditionofthepublictemperitwasdangeroustoexpressanopinionopposedtothegeneralone，andespeciallytocriticizethevolunteersunfavorably，hetoowatchedKatavassovwithoutcommittinghimself。
`Well，menarewantedthere，’hesaid，laughingwithhiseyes。Andtheyfelltotalkingofthelastwarnews，andeachconcealedfromtheotherhisperplexityastotheengagementexpectednextday，sincetheTurkshadbeenbeaten，accordingtothelatestnews，allalongtheline。Andsotheyparted，neithergivingexpressiontohisopinion。
Katavassovwentbacktohisowncarriage，andwithreluctanthypocrisyreportedtoSergeiIvanovichhisobservationsofthevolunteers，fromwhichitwouldappearthattheywerecapitalfellows。
Atabigstationatatownthevolunteerswereagaingreetedwithshoutsandsinging，againmenandwomenwithcollectionboxesappeared，andprovincialladiesbroughtbouquetstothevolunteersandfollowedthemintotherefreshmentroom；butallthiswasonamuchsmallerandfeeblerscalethaninMoscow。
Whilethetrainwasstoppingattheprovincialtown，SergeiIvanovichdidnotgototherefreshmentroom，butwalkedupanddowntheplatform。
ThefirsttimehepassedVronsky’scompartmenthenoticedthatthecurtainwasdrawnoverthewindow；butashepasseditthesecondtimehesawtheoldCountessatthewindow。ShebeckonedtoKoznishev。
`I’mgoing，yousee-takinghimasfarasKursk，’shesaid。
`Yes，soIheard，’saidSergeiIvanovich，standingatherwindowandpeepingin。`Whatanobleactonhispart！’headded，noticingthatVronskywasnotinthecompartment。
`Yes，afterhismisfortune，whatwasthereforhimtodo？’
`Whataterriblethingitwas！’saidSergeiIvanovich。
`Ah，whatIhavebeenthrough！Butdogetin……Ah，whatIhavebeenthrough！’sherepeated，whenSergeiIvanovichhadgotinandsatdownbesideher。`Youcan’tconceiveit！Forsixweekshedidnotspeaktoanyone，andwouldnottouchfoodexceptwhenIimploredhim。Andnotforoneminutecouldweleavehimalone。Wetookawayeverythinghecouldhaveusedagainsthimself。Welivedonthegroundfloor，buttherewasnoreckoningonanything。Youknow，ofcourse，thathehadshothimselfoncealreadyonheraccount，’shesaid，andtheoldlady’sbrowscontractedattherecollection。`Yes，herswasthefittingendforsuchawoman。Eventhedeathshechosewaslowandvulgar。’
`It’snotforustojudge，Countess，’saidSergeiIvanovichsighing；`butIcanunderstandthatithasbeenveryhardforyou。’
`Ah，don’tspeakofit！Iwasstayingonmyestate，andhewaswithme。Anotewasbroughthim。Hewroteananswerandsentitoff。Wehadn’tanideathatshewasclosebyatthestation。IntheeveningIhadonlyjustgonetomyroom，whenmyMarytoldmealadyhadthrownherselfunderthetrain。Somethingseemedtostrikemeatonce。Iknewitwasshe。ThefirstthingIsaidwasthathewasnottobetold。Butthey’dtoldhimalready。Hiscoachmanwasthereandsawitall。WhenIranintohisroom，hewasbesidehimself-itwasfrightfultoseehim。Hedidn’tsayaword，butgallopedoffthere。Idon’tknowtothisdaywhathappenedthere，buthewasbroughtbackatdeath’sdoor。Ishouldn’thaveknownhim。Prostrationcomplète，thedoctorsaid。Andthatwasfollowedalmostbymadness。Oh，whytalkofit！’saidtheCountesswithawaveofherhand。`Itwasanawfultime！No，saywhatyouwill，shewasabadwoman。Why，whatisthemeaningofsuchdesperatepassions？Itwasalltoshowherselfsomethingoutoftheordinary。Well，andthatshediddo。Shebroughtherselftoruinandtwogoodmen-herhusband，andmyunhappyson。’
`Andwhatdidherhusbanddo？’askedSergeiIvanovich。
`Hehastakenherdaughter。Alioshawasreadytoagreetoanythingatfirst。Nowitworrieshimterriblythatheshouldhavegivenhisownchildawaytoanotherman。Buthecan’ttakebackhisword。Karenincametothefuneral。ButwetriedtopreventhismeetingAliosha。Forhim，forherhusband，itwaseasier，anyway。Shehadsethimfree。Butmypoorsonwasutterlygivenuptoher。Hehadthrownupeverything，hiscareer，me，andeventhenshehadnomercyonhim，butofsetpurposeshemadehisruincomplete。No，saywhatyouwill，herverydeathwasthedeathofavilewoman，ofnoreligiousfeeling。Godforgiveme，butIcan’thelphatingthememoryofher，whenIlookatmyson’smisery！’
`Buthowishenow？’
`ItwasablessingfromProvidenceforus-thisServianwar。I’mold，andIdon’tunderstandtherightsandwrongsofit，butit’scomeasaprovidentialblessingtohim。Ofcourseforme，ashismother，it’sterrible；andwhat’sworse，theysay，cen’estpastrèsbienvuaPétersbourg。Butitcan’tbehelped！Itwastheonethingthatcouldrousehim。Iashvin-afriendofhis-hehadlostallhehadatcardsandhewasgoingtoServia。Hecametoseehimandpersuadedhimtogo。Nowit’saninterestforhim。Dopleasetalktohimalittle。Iwanttodistracthismind。He’ssolow-spirited。And，asbadluckwouldhaveit，hehastoothachetoo。Buthe’llbedelightedtoseeyou。Pleasedotalktohim；he’swalkingupanddownonthatside。’
SergeiIvanovichsaidhewouldbeverygladto，andcrossedovertotheothersideofthestation。
Intheslantingeveningshadowscastbythebaggagepiledupontheplatform，Vronskyinhislongovercoatandslouchhat，withhishandsinhispockets，strodeupanddown，likeawildbeastinacage，turningsharplyeverytwentypaces。SergeiIvanovichfancied，asheapproachedhim，thatVronskysawhimbutwaspretendingnottosee。ThisdidnotaffectSergeiIvanovichintheslightest。HewasaboveallpersonalconsiderationswithVronsky。
AtthatmomentSergeiIvanovichlookeduponVronskyasamantakinganimportantpartinagreatcause，andKoznishevthoughtithisdutytoencouragehimandexpresshisapproval。Hewentuptohim。
Vronskystoodstill，lookedintentlyathim，recognizedhim，andgoingafewstepsforwardtomeethim，shookhandswithhimverywarmly。
`Possiblyyoudidn’twishtoseeme，’saidSergeiIvanovich，`butcouldn’tIbeofusetoyou？’
`There’snooneIshouldlessdislikeseeingthanyou，’saidVronsky。`Forgiveme。There’snothinginlifeformetolike。’
`Iquiteunderstand，andImerelymeanttoofferyoumyservices，’saidSergeiIvanovich，scanningVronsky’sface，fullofunmistakablesuffering。`Wouldn’titbeofusetoyoutohavealettertoRistich，toMilan？’
`Oh，no！’Vronskysaid，seemingtounderstandhimwithdifficulty。`Ifyoudon’tmind，let’swalkon。It’ssostuffyamongthecars。Aletter？No，thankyou；tomeetdeathoneneedsnolettersofintroduction。TheTurkstake……’hesaid，withasmilethatwasmerelyofthelips。Hiseyesstillkepttheirlookofangrysuffering。
`Yes；butyoumightfinditeasiertogetintorelations，whichareafterallessential，withanyonepreparedtoseeyou。Butthat’sasyoulike。Iwasverygladtohearofyourintention。Therehavebeensomanyattacksmadeonthevolunteers，andamanlikeyouraisestheminpublicestimation。’
`Myuseasaman，’saidVronsky，`isthatlife’sworthnothingtome。AndthatI’veenoughbodilyenergytocutmywayintotheirranks，andtotrampleonthemorfall-Iknowthat。I’mgladthere’ssomethingtogivemylifefor，forit’snotsimplyuselessbutloathsometome。Anyone’swelcometoit。’Andhisjawtwitchedimpatientlyfromtheincessantnaggingtoothache，thatpreventedhimfromevenspeakingwithanaturalexpression。
`Youwillbecomeanotherman，Ipredict，’saidSergeiIvanovich，feelingtouched。`Todeliverone’sbrethrenfrombondageisanaimworthdeathandlife。Godgrantyousuccessoutwardly-andinwardlypeace，’headded，andheheldouthishand。
Vronskywarmlysqueezedhisoutstretchedhand。
`Yes，asaweaponImaybeofsomeuse。Butasaman，I’mawreck，’hejerkedout。
Hecouldhardlyspeakforthethrobbingacheinhisstrongtooth，hismouthbeingfilledupwithsaliva。Hewassilent，andhiseyesrestedonthewheelsofthetender，slowlyandsmoothlyrollingalongtherails。
Andallatonceadifferentpain，notanache，butaninnertrouble，thatsethiswholebeinginanguish，madehimforaninstantforgethistoothache。Asheglancedatthetenderandtherails，undertheinfluenceoftheconversationwithafriendhehadnotmetsincehismisfortune，hesuddenlyrecalledher-thatis，whatwasleftofherwhenhehadrunlikeonedistraughtintothebarrackoftherailwaystation:onthetable，shamelesslysprawlingoutamongstrangers，thebloodstainedbodysolatelyfulloflife；theheadunhurtdroppingbackwithitsweightofhair，andthecurlingtressesaboutthetemples，andtheexquisiteface，withred，half-openedmouth，thestrange，fixedexpression，piteousonthelipsandawfulinthestillopeneyes，thatseemedtoutterthatfearfulphrase-thathewouldbesorryforit-whichshehadsaidwhentheywerequarreling。
Andhetriedtothinkofherasshewaswhenhemetherthefirsttime，atarailwaystationtoo，mysterious，exquisite，loving，seekingandgivinghappiness，andnotcruellyrevengefulasherememberedheratthatlastmoment。Hetriedtorecallhisbestmomentswithher，butthosemomentswerepoisonedforever。Hecouldonlythinkofherastriumphant，successfulinhermenaceofawhollyuselessremorse，nevertobeeffaced。Helostallconsciousnessoftoothache，andhisfaceworkedwithsobs。
Passingtwiceupanddownbesidethebaggageinsilenceandregaininghisself-possession，headdressedSergeiIvanovichcalmly:
`Youhavehadnotelegramssinceyesterday’s？Yes，drivenbackforathirdtime，butadecisiveengagementexpectedfortomorrow。’
AndaftertalkingalittlemoreoftheproclaimingofMilanasKing，andtheimmenseeffectthismighthave，theyparted，goingtotheircarsonhearingthesecondbell。
SergeiIvanovichhadnottelegraphedtohisbrothertosendtomeethim，ashedidnotknowwhenheshouldbeabletoleaveMoscow。LevinwasnotathomewhenKatavassovandSergeiIvanovich，inawagonettehiredatthestation，droveuptothestepsofthePokrovskoehouse，asblackasNegroesfromthedustoftheroad。Kitty，sittingonthebalconywithherfatherandsister，recognizedherbrother-in-law，andrandowntomeethim。
`Whatashamenottohaveletusknow，’shesaid，givingherhandtoSergeiIvanovich，andputtingherforeheadupforhimtokiss。
`Wedroveherecapitally，andhavenotputyouout，’answeredSergeiIvanovich。`I’msodirty。I’mafraidtotouchyou。I’vebeensobusy，Ididn’tknowwhenIshouldbeabletotearmyselfaway。Andsoyou’restillaseverenjoyingyourpeaceful，quiethappiness，’hesaid，smiling，`outofthereachofthecurrentinyourpeacefulbackwater。Here’sourfriendFiodorVassilievich，successfulingettinghereatlast。’
`ButI’mnotaNegro；IshalllooklikeahumanbeingwhenIwash，’saidKatavassovinhisjestingfashion，andheshookhandsandsmiled，histeethflashingwhiteinhisblackface。
`Kostiawillbedelighted。Hehasgonetohisgrange。It’stimeheshouldbehome。’
`Busyaseverwithhisfarming。Itreallyisapeacefulbackwater，’saidKatavassov；`whileweintownthinkofnothingbuttheServianwar。Well，howdoesourfriendlookatit？He’ssurenottothinklikeotherpeople。’
`Oh，Idon’tknow，he’slikeeverybodyelse，’Kittyanswered，alittleembarrassed，lookingroundatSergeiIvanovich。`I’llsendtofetchhim。Papa’sstayingwithus。He’sonlyjustcomehomefromabroad。’
AndmakingarrangementstosendforLevinandforthegueststowash，oneinhisroomandtheotherinwhathadbeenDolly’s，andgivingordersfortheirluncheon，Kittyranoutonthebalcony，enjoyingthefreedomandrapidityofmovement，ofwhichshehadbeendeprivedduringthemonthsofherpregnancy。
`It’sSergeiIvanovichandKatavassov，aprofessor，’shesaid。
`Oh，it’shardinsuchaheat，’saidthePrince。
`No，papa，he’sverynice，andKostia’sveryfondofhim，’Kittysaid，withadeprecatingsmile，noticingtheironyonherfather’sface。
`Oh，Ididn’tsayanything。’
`Yougotothem，darling，’saidKittytohersister，`andentertainthem。TheysawStivaatthestation；hewasquitewell。AndImustruntoMitia。Asillluckwouldhaveit，Ihaven’tfedhimsincetea。He’sawakenow，andsuretobescreaming。’And，feelingarushofmilk，shehurriedtothenursery。
Thiswasnotamereguess；herconnectionwiththechildwasstillsoclosethatshecouldgaugebytheflowofhermilkhisneedoffood，andknewforcertainhewashungry。
Sheknewhewascryingbeforeshereachedthenursery。Andhewasindeedcrying。Sheheardhimandhastened。Butthefastershewentthelouderhescreamed。Itwasafinehealthyscream，hungryandimpatient。
`Hashebeenscreaminglong，nurse-verylong？’saidKitty，hurriedlyseatingherselfonachair，andpreparingtogivethebabythebreast。`Butgivemehimquickly。Oh，nurse，howtiresomeyouare！There，tiethecapafterward，do！’
Thebaby’sgreedyscreamwaspassingintosobs。
`Butyoucan’tmanageso，ma’am，’saidAgathyaMikhailovna，whowasalmostalwaystobefoundinthenursery。`Hemustbeputstraight。A-oo！A-oo！’shechantedoverhim，payingnoattentiontothemother。
Thenursebroughtthebabytohismother。AgathyaMikhailovnafollowedhimwithafacemeltingwithtenderness。
`Heknowsme，heknowsme。InGod’sfaith，KaterinaAlexandrovna，ma’am，herecognizedme！’AgathyaMikhailovnacriedabovethebaby’sscreams。
ButKittydidnothearherwords。Herimpatiencekeptgrowing，likethebaby’s。
Theirimpatiencehinderedthingsforawhile。Thebabycouldnotgetholdofthebreastright，andwasfurious。
Atlast，afterdespairing，breathlessscreaming，andvainsucking，thingswentright，andmotherandchildfeltsimultaneouslysoothed，andbothsubsidedintocalm。
`Butpoordarling，he’sallinperspiration！’saidKittyinawhisper，touchingthebaby。`Whatmakesyouthinkheknowsyou？’sheadded，withasidelongglanceatthebaby’seyes，thatpeeredroguishly，asshefancied，fromunderhiscap，athisrhythmicallypuffingcheeks，andthelittlered-palmedhandhewaswaving。
`Impossible！Ifheknewanyone，hewouldhaveknownme，’saidKitty，inresponsetoAgathyaMikhailovna’sstatement，andshesmiled。
Shesmiledbecause，thoughshesaidhecouldnotknowher，inherheartshewassurethatheknewnotmerelyAgathyaMikhailovna，butthatheknewandunderstoodeverything，andknewandunderstoodagreatdealtoothatnooneelseknew，andthatshe，hismother，hadlearnedandcometounderstandonlythroughhim。ToAgathyaMikhailovna，tothenurse，tohisgrandfather，tohisfathereven，Mitiawasalivingbeing，requiringonlymaterialcare，butforhismotherhehadlongbeenamoralbeing，withwhomtherehadbeenawholeseriesofspiritualrelationsalready。
`Whenhewakesup，pleaseGod，youshallseeforyourself。ThenwhenIdolikethis，hesimplybeamsonme，thedarling！Simplybeamslikeasunnyday！’saidAgathyaMikhailovna。
`Well，well；thenweshallsee，’whisperedKitty。`Butnowgoaway，he’sgoingtosleep。’