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Anna Karenina

Seryozha fell to dreaming, gazing up at the face of the
porter, which he had thoroughly studied in every detail,
especially the chin that hung down between the gray
whiskers, never seen by anyone but Seryozha, who saw

him only from below.
‘Well, and has your daughter been to see you lately?’
The porter’s daughter was a ballet dancer.
‘When is she to come on week-days? They’ve their
lessons to learn too. And you’ve your lesson, sir; run
along.’
On coming into the room, Seryozha, instead of sitting
down to his lessons, told his tutor of his supposition that
what had been brought him must be a machine. ‘What do
you think?’ he inquired.
But Vassily Lukitch was thinking of nothing but the
necessity of learning the grammar lesson for the teacher,
who was coming at two.
‘No, do just tell me, Vassily Lukitch,’ he asked
suddenly, when he was seated at their work table with the
book in his hands, ‘what is greater than the Alexander
Nevsky? You know papa’s received the Alexander
Nevsky?’
Vassily Lukitch replied that the Vladimir was greater
than the Alexander Nevsky.

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