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Anna Karenina

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The dawn came; the sick man’s condition was
unchanged. Levin stealthily withdrew his hand, and
without looking at the dying man, went off to his own
room and went to sleep. When he woke up, instead of
news of his brother’s death which he expected, he learned
that the sick man had returned to his earlier condition. He
had begun sitting up again, coughing, had begun eating
again, talking again, and again had ceased to talk of death,
again had begun to express hope of his recovery, and had
become more irritable and more gloomy than ever. No
one, neither his brother nor Kitty, could soothe him. He
was angry with everyone, and said nasty things to
everyone, reproached everyone for his sufferings, and
insisted that they should get him a celebrated doctor from
Moscow. To all inquiries made him as to how he felt, he
made the same answer with an expression of vindictive
reproachfulness, ‘I’m suffering horribly, intolerably!’
The sick man was suffering more and more, especially
from bedsores, which it was impossible now to remedy,
and grew more and more angry with everyone about him,

blaming them for everything, and especially for not having
brought him a doctor from Moscow. Kitty tried in every

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