Anna Karenina By Leo Tolstoy Web-Books.Com
Anna Karenina Anna Karenina... 2 Chapter I.1... 8 Chapter I.2... 11 Chapter I.3... 15 Chapter I.4... 19 Chapter I.5... 24 Chapter I.6... 32 Chapter I.7... 35 Chapter I.8... 37 Chapter I.9... 40 Chapter I.10... 46 Chapter I.11... 53 Chapter I.12... 57 Chapter I.13... 61 Chapter I.14... 63 Chapter I.15... 70 Chapter I.16... 72 Chapter I.17... 74 Chapter I.18... 78 Chapter I.19... 84 Chapter I.20... 90 Chapter I.21... 94 Chapter I.22... 97 Chapter I.23... 101 Chapter I.24... 105 Chapter I.25... 109 Chapter I.26... 114 Chapter I.27... 117 Chapter I.28... 119 Chapter I. 29... 122 Chapter I.30... 125 Chapter I.31... 128 Chapter I.32... 131 Chapter I.33... 133 Chapter I.34... 137 Chapter II.1... 141 Chapter II.2... 145 Chapter II.3... 149 Chapter II.4... 152 Chapter II.5... 155 Chapter II.6... 158 Chapter II.7... 163
Chapter II.8... 169 Chapter II.9... 172 Chapter II.10... 176 Chapter II.11... 177 Chapter II.12... 179 Chapter II.13... 182 Chapter II.14... 189 Chapter II.15... 194 Chapter II.16... 198 Chapter II.17... 202 Chapter II.18... 206 Chapter II.19... 208 Chapter II.20... 212 Chapter II.21... 215 Chapter II.22... 220 Chapter II.23... 225 Chapter II.24... 228 Chapter II.25... 233 Chapter II.26... 237 Chapter II.27... 241 Chapter II.28... 244 Chapter II.30... 248 Chapter II.31... 251 Chapter II.32... 254 Chapter II.33... 259 Chapter II.34... 263 Chapter II.35... 269 Chapter III.1... 274 Chapter III.2... 277 Chapter III.3... 280 Chapter III.4... 286 Chapter III.5... 291 Chapter III.6... 295 Chapter III.7... 299 Chapter III.8... 302 Chapter III.9... 306 Chapter III.10... 309 Chapter III.11... 313 Chapter III.12... 316 Chapter III.13... 319 Chapter III.14... 324 Chapter III.15... 328 Chapter III.16... 333 Chapter III.17... 336 Chapter III.18... 341 Chapter III.19... 345
Chapter III.20... 348 Chapter III.21... 351 Chapter III.22... 357 Chapter III.23... 362 Chapter III.24... 365 Chapter III.25... 368 Chapter III.26... 371 Chapter III.27... 375 Chapter III.28... 381 Chapter III.29... 385 Chapter III.30... 389 Chapter III.31... 392 Chapter III.32... 396 Chapter IV.1... 399 Chapter IV.2... 401 Chapter IV.3... 403 Chapter IV.4... 408 Chapter IV.5... 412 Chapter IV.6... 417 Chapter IV.7... 421 Chapter IV.8... 425 Chapter IV.9... 429 Chapter IV.10... 435 Chapter IV.11... 439 Chapter IV.12... 441 Chapter IV.13... 445 Chapter IV.14... 449 Chapter IV.15... 453 Chapter IV.16... 456 Chapter IV.17... 460 Chapter IV.18... 467 Chapter IV.19... 471 Chapter IV.20... 477 Chapter IV.21... 479 Chapter IV.22... 482 Chapter IV.23... 487 Chapter V.1... 490 Chapter V.2... 496 Chapter V.3... 501 Chapter V.4... 504 Chapter V.5... 509 Chapter V.6... 512 Chapter V.7... 514 Chapter V.8... 519 Chapter V.9... 522 Chapter V.10... 525
Chapter V.11... 527 Chapter V.12... 531 Chapter V.13... 533 Chapter V.14... 536 Chapter V.15... 540 Chapter V.16... 544 Chapter V.17... 547 Chapter V.18... 551 Chapter V.19... 554 Chapter V.20... 557 Chapter V.21... 564 Chapter V.22... 567 Chapter V.23... 571 Chapter V.24... 574 Chapter V.25... 578 Chapter V.26... 581 Chapter V.27... 585 Chapter V.28... 589 Chapter V.29... 592 Chapter V.30... 597 Chapter V.31... 600 Chapter V.32... 604 Chapter V.33... 607 Chapter VI.1... 614 Chapter VI.2... 617 Chapter VI.3... 623 Chapter VI.4... 627 Chapter VI.5... 629 Chapter VI.6... 632 Chapter VI.7... 636 Chapter VI.8... 642 Chapter VI.9... 646 Chapter VI.10... 650 Chapter VI.11... 655 Chapter VI.12... 661 Chapter VI.13... 665 Chapter VI.14... 667 Chapter VI.15... 671 Chapter VI.16... 676 Chapter VI.17... 680 Chapter VI.18... 684 Chapter VI.19... 688 Chapter VI.20... 692 Chapter VI.21... 697 Chapter VI.22... 701 Chapter VI.23... 708
Chapter VI.24... 712 Chapter VI.25... 716 Chapter VI.26... 719 Chapter VI.27... 722 Chapter VI.28... 724 Chapter VI.29... 728 Chapter VI.30... 732 Chapter VI.31... 737 Chapter VI.32... 740 Chapter VII.1... 744 Chapter VII.2... 747 Chapter VII.3... 752 Chapter VII.4... 756 Chapter VII.5... 759 Chapter VII.6... 761 Chapter VII.7... 763 Chapter VII.8... 767 Chapter VII.9... 770 Chapter VII.10... 773 Chapter VII.11... 778 Chapter VII.12... 781 Chapter VII.13... 784 Chapter VII.14... 787 Chapter VII.15... 792 Chapter VII.16... 795 Chapter VII.17... 798 Chapter VII.18... 802 Chapter VII.19... 805 Chapter VII.20... 808 Chapter VII.21... 812 Chapter VII.22... 817 Chapter VII.23... 819 Chapter VII.24... 822 Chapter VII.25... 827 Chapter VII.26... 832 Chapter VII.27... 836 Chapter VII.28... 839 Chapter VII.29... 843 Chapter VII.30... 846 Chapter VII.31... 849 Chapter VIII.1... 853 Chapter VIII.2... 856 Chapter VIII.3... 860 Chapter VIII.4... 863 Chapter VIII.5... 865 Chapter VIII.6... 867
Chapter VIII.7... 870 Chapter VIII.8... 872 Chapter VIII.9... 874 Chapter VIII.10... 876 Chapter VIII.11... 879 Chapter VIII.12... 882 Chapter VIII.13... 885 Chapter VIII.14... 888 Chapter VIII.15... 893 Chapter VIII.16]... 897 Chapter VIII.17... 900 Chapter VIII.18... 902 Chapter VIII.19... 905
Chapter I.1 Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys' house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the house felt that there was so sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. The children ran wild all over the house; the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; the man-cook had walked off the day before just at dinner time; the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given warning. Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky--Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world-- woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o'clock in the morning, not in his wife's bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study. He turned over his stout, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again; he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes. "Yes, yes, how was it now?" he thought, going over his dream. "Now, how was it? To be sure! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt; no, not Darmstadt, but something American. Yes, but then, Darmstadt was in America. Yes, Alabin was giving a dinner on glass tables, and the tables sang, Il mio tesoro--not Il mio tesoro though, but something better, and there were some sort of little decanters on the table, and they were women, too," he remembered. Stepan Arkadyevitch's eyes twinkled gaily, and he pondered with a smile. "Yes, it was nice, very nice. There was a great deal more that was delightful, only there's no putting it into words, or even expressing it in one's thoughts awake." And noticing a gleam of light peeping in beside one of the serge curtains, he cheerfully dropped his feet over the edge of the sofa, and felt about with them for his slippers, a present on his last birthday, worked for him by his wife on goldcolored morocco. And, as he had done every day for the last nine years, he stretched out his hand, without getting up, towards the place where his dressinggown always hung in his bedroom. And thereupon he suddenly remembered that
he was not sleeping in his wife's room, but in his study, and why: the smile vanished from his face, he knitted his brows. "Ah, ah, ah! Oo!..." he muttered, recalling everything that had happened. And again every detail of his quarrel with his wife was present to his imagination, all the hopelessness of his position, and worst of all, his own fault. "Yes, she won't forgive me, and she can't forgive me. And the most awful thing about it is that it's all my fault--all my fault, though I'm not to blame. That's the point of the whole situation," he reflected. "Oh, oh, oh!" he kept repeating in despair, as he remembered the acutely painful sensations caused him by this quarrel. Most unpleasant of all was the first minute when, on coming, happy and goodhumored, from the theater, with a huge pear in his hand for his wife, he had not found his wife in the drawing-room, to his surprise had not found her in the study either, and saw her at last in her bedroom with the unlucky letter that revealed everything in her hand. She, his Dolly, forever fussing and worrying over household details, and limited in her ideas, as he considered, was sitting perfectly still with the letter in her hand, looking at him with an expression of horror, despair, and indignation. "What's this? this?" she asked, pointing to the letter. And at this recollection, Stepan Arkadyevitch, as is so often the case, was not so much annoyed at the fact itself as at the way in which he had met his wife's words. There happened to him at that instant what does happen to people when they are unexpectedly caught in something very disgraceful. He did not succeed in adapting his face to the position in which he was placed towards his wife by the discovery of his fault. Instead of being hurt, denying, defending himself, begging forgiveness, instead of remaining indifferent even--anything would have been better than what he did do--his face utterly involuntarily (reflex spinal action, reflected Stepan Arkadyevitch, who was fond of physiology)--utterly involuntarily assumed its habitual, good-humored, and therefore idiotic smile. This idiotic smile he could not forgive himself. Catching sight of that smile, Dolly shuddered as though at physical pain, broke out with her characteristic heat into a flood of cruel words, and rushed out of the room. Since then she had refused to see her husband. "It's that idiotic smile that's to blame for it all," thought Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"But what's to be done? What's to be done?" he said to himself in despair, and found no answer.
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