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Anna Karenina


                                     ‘Why especially now?’
                                     ‘We are carrying on negotiations with her husband
                                  about a divorce. And he’s agreed; but there are difficulties
                                  in regard to the son, and the business, which ought to

                                  have been arranged long ago, has been dragging on for
                                  three months past. As soon as the divorce is over, she will
                                  marry Vronsky. How stupid these old ceremonies are, that
                                  no one believes in, and which only prevent people being
                                  comfortable!’ Stepan Arkadyevitch put in. ‘Well, then
                                  their position will be as regular as mine, as yours.’
                                     ‘What is the difficulty?’ said Levin.
                                     ‘Oh, it’s a long and tedious story! The whole business is
                                  in such an anomalous position with us. But the point is
                                  she has been for three months in Moscow, where
                                  everyone knows her, waiting for the divorce; she goes out
                                  nowhere, sees no woman except Dolly, because, do you
                                  understand, she doesn’t care to have people come as a
                                  favor. That fool Princess Varvara, even she has left her,
                                  considering this a breach of propriety. Well, you see, in
                                  such a position any other woman would not have found
                                  resources in herself. But you’ll see how she has arranged
                                  her life—how calm, how dignified she is. To the left, in
                                  the crescent opposite the church!’ shouted Stepan
                                  Arkadyevitch, leaning out of the window. ‘Phew! how



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