Book: Anna Karenina. Page 3

He suddenly felt that the very thing that was the source of his suffering, became the source of his spiritual joy, that what had seemed insoluble when he condemned, reproached and hated, became simple and clear when he forgave and loved.

So go crazy, ' he repeated, and shoot... not to be ashamed.

What a strange, terrible fate that both are Alexey, isn't it?

What's wrong with you now?
- With me? To me happiness!

Love those who hate you, and love those who hate, it is impossible.

Passing through a gauntlet of mocking looks, he naturally reached for her lover look like a plant to light.

Think better of it, he realized that no one knows and must know of his feelings.

If our husbands didn't say we would see what is...

- Anna is very different from his Moscow trip. It is something strange, - said her friend.
- Change the main one that she's brought with him the shadow of Alexei Vronsky, ' said the Ambassador's wife.
- What? Grimm is a fable: the man without a shadow, the man deprived of his shadow. And it is a punishment for something. I could never understand what the punishment. But the woman must be frustrating without a shadow.
Yes, but women with a shadow usually come to a bad end, ' said Anna's friend.

- So do it for me, never say such things to me, and we will be good friends - she said words, but quite another said her look.
- Friends we won't, you know that yourself. As if we the happiest or most miserable of people is in your power.
She wanted to say something, but he interrupted her.
- I ask for one I ask the right to hope, to suffer, as now; but if that is impossible, order me to disappear, I will disappear. You will not see me if my presence it hard.
- I don't want to chase you.
- Not change anything. Leave it as it is, he said in a trembling voice. - That's your husband.

The insult of refusal, through which he passed, as if fresh, just received a wound, lit it in the heart. He was at home, and at home the walls help.

- I see that you are decidedly retrograde.
Right, I never thought who I am. I am Konstantin Levin, and nothing else.

He vaguely felt that something is offensive to him, and was angry now not on what upset him, and find fault with everything presented to him.

Meanwhile spring had come, beautiful, friendly, no waiting and deceptions of spring, one of those rare springs in which together rejoice in plants, animals and people.