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Anna Karenina


                                     ‘Your hat, please,’ the porter said to Levin, who forgot
                                  the club rule to leave his hat in the porter’s room. ‘Long
                                  time since you’ve been. The prince put your name down
                                  yesterday. Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch is not here yet.’

                                     The porter did not only know Levin, but also all his
                                  ties and relationships, and so immediately mentioned his
                                  intimate friends.
                                     Passing through the outer hall, divided up by screens,
                                  and the room partitioned on the right, where a man sits at
                                  the fruit buffet, Levin overtook an old man walking slowly
                                  in, and entered the dining room full of noise and people.
                                     He walked along the tables, almost all full, and looked
                                  at the visitors. He saw people of all sorts, old and young;
                                  some he knew a little, some intimate friends. There was
                                  not a single cross or worried-looking face. All seemed to
                                  have left their cares and anxieties in the porter’s room with
                                  their hats, and were all deliberately getting ready to enjoy
                                  the material blessings of life. Sviazhsky was here and
                                  Shtcherbatsky, Nevyedovsky and the old prince, and
                                  Vronsky and Sergey Ivanovitch.
                                     ‘Ah! why are you late?’ the prince said smiling, and
                                  giving him his hand over his own shoulder. ‘How’s Kitty?’
                                  he added, smoothing out the napkin he had tucked in at
                                  his waistcoat buttons.



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