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Anna Karenina

so well,’ he added with a soft, respectful, and discreet
smile, moving Sergey Ivanovitch forward a little by the
arm.
‘No, I’m just off.’

‘Where to?’
‘To the country, to my brother’s,’ answered Sergey
Ivanovitch.
‘Then you’ll see my wife. I’ve written to her, but you’ll
see her first. Please tell her that they’ve seen me and that
it’s ‘all right,’ as the English say. She’ll understand. Oh,
and be so good as to tell her I’m appointed secretary of the
committee.... But she’ll understand! You know, les petites
miseres de la vie humaine,’ he said, as it were apologizing
to the princess. ‘And Princess Myakaya—not Liza, but
Bibish—is sending a thousand guns and twelve nurses. Did
I tell you?’
‘Yes, I heard so,’ answered Koznishev indifferently.
‘It’s a pity you’re going away,’ said Stepan
Arkadyevitch. ‘Tomorrow we’re giving a dinner to two
who’re setting off— Dimer-Bartnyansky from Petersburg
and our Veslovsky, Grisha. They’re both going.
Veslovsky’s only lately married. There’s a fine fellow for
you! Eh, princess?’ he turned to the lady.

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