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Anna Karenina

Chapter 30

‘Here it is again! Again I understand it all!’ Anna said to
herself, as soon as the carriage had started and swaying
lightly, rumbled over the tiny cobbles of the paved road,
and again one impression followed rapidly upon another.
‘Yes; what was the last thing I thought of so clearly?’
she tried to recall it. ‘‘Tiutkin, coiffeur?’—no, not that.
Yes, of what Yashvin says, the struggle for existence and
hatred is the one thing that holds men together. No, it’s a
useless journey you’re making,’ she said, mentally
addressing a party in a coach and four, evidently going for
an excursion into the country. ‘And the dog you’re taking
with you will be no help to you. You can’t get away from
yourselves.’ Turning her eyes in the direction Pyotr had
turned to look, she saw a factory hand almost dead drunk,
with hanging head, being led away by a policeman.
‘Come, he’s found a quicker way,’ she thought. ‘Count
Vronsky and I did not find that happiness either, though
we expected so much from it.’ And now for the first time
Anna turned that glaring light in which she was seeing
everything on to her relations with him, which she had
hitherto avoided thinking about. ‘What was it he sought

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