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Anna Karenina

his brother, felt an awkwardness in looking at him. He
dropped his eyes and did not know what to say.
Casting over the subjects of conversation that would be
pleasant to Sergey Ivanovitch, and would keep him off the

subject of the Servian war and the Slavonic question, at
which he had hinted by the allusion to what he had to do
in Moscow, Levin began to talk of Sergey Ivanovitch’s
book.
‘Well, have there been reviews of your book?’ he
asked.
Sergey Ivanovitch smiled at the intentional character of
the question.
‘No one is interested in that now, and I less than
anyone,’ he said. ‘Just look, Darya Alexandrovna, we shall
have a shower,’ he added, pointing with a sunshade at the
white rain clouds that showed above the aspen tree-tops.
And these words were enough to reestablish again
between the brothers that tone—hardly hostile, but
chilly—which Levin had been so longing to avoid.
Levin went up to Katavasov.
‘It was jolly of you to make up your mind to come,’ he
said to him.

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