Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (№ 246612)

The old Prince got up and stroked his hair kitty. She raised her face and forced a smile, looking at him. She always thought that he is better than everyone in the family understands her, though he talked little with her. She was as much her father's favorite, and it seemed to her that his love for her made him perceptive. Now, to meet his blue, kind eyes, staring at her with his wrinkled face, it seemed to her that he sees through her and realizes all the bad that it is done. She, blushing, reached out to him, expecting a kiss, but he only patted her hair and said,
- These stupid chignons! To the real daughter and not make it and caress the hair of dead women.