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Anna Karenina

‘Yes, you want pluck for it, and cleverness too,
especially when they stop all of a sudden, or someone falls
down.’
‘Yes, that must be a serious matter,’ said Stepan

Arkadyevitch, watching with mournful interest the eager
eyes, like his mother’s; not childish now—no longer fully
innocent. And though he had promised Alexey
Alexandrovitch not to speak of Anna, he could not
restrain himself.
‘Do you remember your mother?’ he asked suddenly.
‘No, I don’t,’ Seryozha said quickly. He blushed
crimson, and his face clouded over. And his uncle could
get nothing more out of him. His tutor found his pupil on
the staircase half an hour later, and for a long while he
could not make out whether he was ill-tempered or
crying.
‘What is it? I expect you hurt yourself when you fell
down?’ said the tutor. ‘I told you it was a dangerous game.
And we shall have to speak to the director.’
‘If I had hurt myself, nobody should have found it out,
that’s certain.’
‘Well, what is it, then?’
‘Leave me alone! If I remember, or if I don’t
remember?...what business is it of his? Why should I

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