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Anna Karenina

and still houses, and houses .... And in the houses always
people and people.... How many of them, no end, and all
hating each other! Come, let me try and think what I
want, to make me happy. Well? Suppose I am divorced,

and Alexey Alexandrovitch lets me have Seryozha, and I
marry Vronsky.’ Thinking of Alexey Alexandrovitch, she
at once pictured him with extraordinary vividness as
though he were alive before her, with his mild, lifeless,
dull eyes, the blue veins in his white hands, his intonations
and the cracking of his fingers, and remembering the
feeling which had existed between them, and which was
also called love, she shuddered with loathing. ‘Well, I’m
divorced, and become Vronsky’s wife. Well, will Kitty
cease looking at me as she looked at me today? No. And
will Seryozha leave off asking and wondering about my
two husbands? And is there any new feeling I can awaken
between Vronsky and me? Is there possible, if not
happiness, some sort of ease from misery? No, no!’ she
answered now without the slightest hesitation.
‘Impossible! We are drawn apart by life, and I make his
unhappiness, and he mine, and there’s no altering him or
me. Every attempt has been made, the screw has come
unscrewed. Oh, a beggar woman with a baby. She thinks
I’m sorry for her. Aren’t we all flung into the world only

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