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Anna Karenina

Chapter 28

It was bright and sunny. A fine rain had been falling all
the morning, and now it had not long cleared up. The
iron roofs, the flags of the roads, the flints of the
pavements, the wheels and leather, the brass and the
tinplate of the carriages—all glistened brightly in the May
sunshine. It was three o’clock, and the very liveliest time
in the streets.
As she sat in a corner of the comfortable carriage, that
hardly swayed on its supple springs, while the grays trotted
swiftly, in the midst of the unceasing rattle of wheels and
the changing impressions in the pure air, Anna ran over
the events of the last days, and she saw her position quite
differently from how it had seemed at home. Now the
thought of death seemed no longer so terrible and so clear
to her, and death itself no longer seemed so inevitable.
Now she blamed herself for the humiliation to which she
had lowered herself. ‘I entreat him to forgive me. I have
given in to him. I have owned myself in fault. What for?
Can’t I live without him?’ And leaving unanswered the
question how she was going to live without him, she fell
to reading the signs on the shops. ‘Office and warehouse.

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