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Anna Karenina

galoshes, listened to what the gentleman in the jerkin was
saying. He was speaking of some enterprise.
‘Well, the devil flay them, the privileged classes,’ his
brother’s voice responded, with a cough. ‘Masha! get us

some supper and some wine if there’s any left; or else go
and get some.’
The woman rose, came out from behind the screen,
and saw Konstantin.
‘There’s some gentleman, Nikolay Dmitrievitch,’ she
said.
‘Whom do you want?’ said the voice of Nikolay Levin,
angrily.
‘It’s I,’ answered Konstantin Levin, coming forward
into the light.
‘Who’s I?’ Nikolay’s voice said again, still more angrily.
He could be heard getting up hurriedly, stumbling against
something, and Levin saw, facing him in the doorway, the
big, scared eyes, and the huge, thin, stooping figure of his
brother, so familiar, and yet astonishing in it weirdness and
sickliness.
He was even thinner than three years before, when
Konstantin Levin had seen him last. He was wearing a
short coat, and his hands and big bones seemed huger than
ever. His hair had grown thinner, the same straight

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