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Anna Karenina


                                     For a long while Levin could not get to sleep. He heard
                                  the horses munching hay, then he heard the peasant and
                                  his elder boy getting ready for the night, and going off for
                                  the night watch with the beasts, then he heard the soldier

                                  arranging his bed on the other side of the barn, with his
                                  nephew, the younger son of their peasant host. He heard
                                  the boy in his shrill little voice telling his uncle what he
                                  thought about the dogs, who seemed to him huge and
                                  terrible creatures, and asking what the dogs were going to
                                  hunt next day, and the soldier in a husky, sleepy voice,
                                  telling him the sportsmen were going in the morning to
                                  the marsh, and would shoot with their guns; and then, to
                                  check the boy’s questions, he said, ‘Go to sleep, Vaska; go
                                  to sleep, or you’ll catch it,’ and soon after he began
                                  snoring himself, and everything was still. He could only
                                  hear the snort of the horses, and the guttural cry of a snipe.
                                     ‘Is it really only negative?’ he repeated to himself.
                                  ‘Well, what of it? It’s not  my fault.’ And he began
                                  thinking about the next day.
                                     ‘Tomorrow I’ll go out early, and I’ll make a point of
                                  keeping cool. There are lots of snipe; and there are grouse
                                  too. When I come back there’ll be the note from Kitty.
                                  Yes, Stiva may be right, I’m not manly with her, I’m tied





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