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Anna Karenina


                                  laughter and outcries never paused. Like the other men of
                                  the party, with the ladies’ permission, he took off his coat,
                                  and his solid, comely figure in his white shirt-sleeves, with
                                  his red perspiring face and his impulsive movements, made

                                  a picture that imprinted itself vividly on the memory.
                                     When Darya Alexandrovna lay in bed that night, as
                                  soon as she closed her eyes, she saw Vassenka Veslovsky
                                  flying about the croquet ground.
                                     During the game Darya Alexandrovna was not
                                  enjoying herself. She did not like the light tone of raillery
                                  that was kept up all the time between Vassenka Veslovsky
                                  and Anna, and the unnaturalness altogether of grown-up
                                  people, all alone without children, playing at a child’s
                                  game. But to avoid breaking up the party and to get
                                  through the time somehow, after a rest she joined the
                                  game again, and pretended to be enjoying it. All that day
                                  it seemed to her as though she were acting in a theater
                                  with actors cleverer than she, and that her bad acting was
                                  spoiling the whole performance. She had come with the
                                  intention of staying two days, if all went well. But in the
                                  evening, during the game, she made up her mind that she
                                  would go home next day. The maternal cares and worries,
                                  which she had so hated on the way, now, after a day spent





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