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Anna Karenina

my life fresh. I might have loved and have been loved in
reality. And is it any better as it is? I don’t respect him.
He’s necessary to me,’ she thought about her husband,
‘and I put up with him. Is that any better? At that time I

could still have been admired, I had beauty left me still,’
Darya Alexandrovna pursued her thoughts, and she would
have liked to look at herself in the looking glass. She had a
traveling looking glass in her handbag, and she wanted to
take it out; but looking at the backs of the coachman and
the swaying counting house clerk, she felt that she would
be ashamed if either of them were to look round, and she
did not take out the glass.
But without looking in the glass, she thought that even
now it was not too late; and she thought of Sergey
Ivanovitch, who was always particularly attentive to her,
of Stiva’s good-hearted friend, Turovtsin, who had helped
her nurse her children through the scarlatina, and was in
love with her. And there was someone else, a quite young
man, who—her husband had told her it as a joke—
thought her more beautiful than either of her sisters. And
the most passionate and impossible romances rose before
Darya Alexandrovna’s imagination. ‘Anna did quite right,
and certainly I shall never reproach her for it. She is
happy, she makes another person happy, and she’s not

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