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Anna Karenina

Sergey Ivanovitch with conviction, glancing at the old
bee-keeper.
The handsome old man, with black grizzled beard and
thick silvery hair, stood motionless, holding a cup of

honey, looking down from the height of his tall figure
with friendly serenity at the gentlefolk, obviously
understanding nothing of their conversation and not
caring to understand it.
‘That’s so, no doubt,’ he said, with a significant shake
of his head at Sergey Ivanovitch’s words.
‘Here, then, ask him. He knows nothing about it and
thinks nothing,’ said Levin. ‘Have you heard about the
war, Mihalitch?’ he said, turning to him. ‘What they read
in the church? What do you think about it? Ought we to
fight for the Christians?’
‘What should we think? Alexander Nikolaevitch our
Emperor has thought for us; he thinks for us indeed in all
things. It’s clearer for hint to see. Shall I bring a bit more
bread? Give the little lad some more?’ he said addressing
Darya Alexandrovna and pointing to Grisha, who had
finished his crust.
‘I don’t need to ask,’ said Sergey Ivanovitch, ‘we have
seen and are seeing hundreds and hundreds of people who
give up everything to sense a just cause, come from every

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