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Anna Karenina

‘Yes, mon oncle,’ he answered, glancing at his father,
and again he looked downcast.
His uncle called him to him, and took his hand.
‘Well, and how are you getting on?’ he said, wanting to

talk to him, and not knowing what to say.
The boy, blushing and making no answer, cautiously
drew his hand away. As soon as Stepan Arkadyevitch let
go his hand, he glanced doubtfully at his father, and like a
bird set free, he darted out of the room.
A year had passed since the last time Seryozha had seen
his mother. Since then he had heard nothing more of her.
And in the course of that year he had gone to school, and
made friends among his schoolfellows. The dreams and
memories of his mother, which had made him ill after
seeing her, did not occupy his thoughts now. When they
came back to him, he studiously drove them away,
regarding them as shameful and girlish, below the dignity
of a boy and a schoolboy. He knew that his father and
mother were separated by some quarrel, he knew that he
had to remain with his father, and he tried to get used to
that idea.
He disliked seeing his uncle, so like his mother, for it
called up those memories of which he was ashamed. He
disliked it all the more as from some words he had caught

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