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Anna Karenina

have made her husband fall in love with me ...if I’d cared
to. And, indeed, I did care to. There’s someone who’s
pleased with himself,’ she thought, as she saw a fat,
rubicund gentleman coming towards her. He took her for

an acquaintance, and lifted his glossy hat above his bald,
glossy head, and then perceived his mistake. ‘He thought
he knew me. Well, he knows me as well as anyone in the
world knows me. I don’t know myself. I know my
appetites, as the French say. They want that dirty ice
cream, that they do know for certain,’ she thought,
looking at two boys stopping an ice cream seller, who
took a barrel off his head and began wiping his perspiring
face with a towel. ‘We all want what is sweet and nice. If
not sweetmeats, then a dirty ice. And Kitty’s the same—if
not Vronsky, then Levin. And she envies me, and hates
me. And we all hate each other. I Kitty, Kitty me. Yes,
that’s the truth. ‘Tiutkin, coiffeur.’ Je me fais coiffer par
Tiutkin.... I’ll tell him that when he comes,’ she thought
and smiled. But the same instant she remembered that she
had no one now to tell anything amusing to. ‘And there’s
nothing amusing, nothing mirthful, really. It’s all hateful.
They’re singing for vespers, and how carefully that
merchant crosses himself! as if he were afraid of missing
something. Why these churches and this singing and this

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