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Anna Karenina


                                  Tyndall of his complacent satisfaction in the cleverness of
                                  his experiments, and for his lack of philosophic insight.
                                  And suddenly there floated into his mind the joyful
                                  thought: ‘In two years’ time I shall have two Dutch cows;

                                  Pava herself will perhaps still be alive, a dozen young
                                  daughters of Berkoot and the three others—how lovely!’
                                     He took up his book again. ‘Very good, electricity and
                                  heat are the same thing; but is it possible to substitute the
                                  one quantity for the other in the equation for the solution
                                  of any problem? No. Well, then what of it? The
                                  connection between all the  forces of nature is felt
                                  instinctively.... It’s particulary nice if Pava’s daughter
                                  should be a red-spotted cow, and all the herd will take
                                  after her, and the other three, too! Splendid! To go out
                                  with my wife and visitors to meet the herd.... My wife
                                  says, Kostya and I looked after that calf like a child.’ ‘How
                                  can it interest you so much?’ says a visitor. ‘Everything
                                  that interests him, interests me.’ But who will she be?’
                                  And he remembered what had happened at Moscow....
                                  ‘Well, there’s nothing to be done.... It’s not my fault. But
                                  now everything shall go on in a new way. It’s nonsense to
                                  pretend that life won’t let one, that the past won’t let one.
                                  One must struggle to live better, much better.’... He raised
                                  his head, and fell to dreaming. Old Laska, who had not yet



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