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Anna Karenina


                                  before a new spectator—not to be outdone by
                                  Oblonsky—that too was a thought that crossed his brain.
                                     Oblonsky was feeling the  same, and he too was not
                                  talkative. Vassenka Veslovsky kept up alone a ceaseless

                                  flow of cheerful chatter. As he listened to him now, Levin
                                  felt ashamed to think how unfair he had been to him the
                                  day before. Vassenka was really a nice fellow, simple,
                                  good-hearted, and very good-humored. If Levin had met
                                  him before he was married, he would have made friends
                                  with him. Levin rather disliked his holiday attitude to life
                                  and a sort of free and easy assumption of elegance. It was
                                  as though he assumed a high degree of importance in
                                  himself that could not be disputed, because he had long
                                  nails and a stylish cap, and everything else to correspond;
                                  but this could be forgiven for the sake of his good nature
                                  and good breeding. Levin liked him for his good
                                  education, for speaking French and English with such an
                                  excellent accent, and for being a man of his world.
                                     Vassenka was extremely delighted with the left horse, a
                                  horse of the Don Steppes. He kept praising him
                                  enthusiastically. ‘How fine it must be galloping over the
                                  steppes on a steppe horse! Eh? isn’t it?’ he said. He had
                                  imagined riding on a steppe horse as something wild and
                                  romantic, and it turned out  nothing of the sort. But his



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