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Anna Karenina


                                  could not communicate to those about him. And now he
                                  poured out upon Stepan Arkadyevitch his poetic joy in
                                  the spring, and his failures and plans for the land, and his
                                  thoughts and criticisms on the books he had been reading,

                                  and the idea of his own book, the basis of which really
                                  was, though he was unaware of it himself, a criticism of all
                                  the old books on agriculture. Stepan Arkadyevitch, always
                                  charming, understanding everything at the slightest
                                  reference, was particularly charming on this visit, and
                                  Levin noticed in him a special tenderness, as it were, and a
                                  new tone of respect that flattered him.
                                     The efforts of Agafea Mihalovna and the cook, that the
                                  dinner should be particularly good, only ended in two
                                  famished friends attacking the preliminary course, eating a
                                  great deal of bread and butter, salt goose and salted
                                  mushrooms, and in Levin’s finally ordering the soup to be
                                  served without the accompaniment of little pies, with
                                  which the cook had particularly meant to impress their
                                  visitor. But though Stepan Arkadyevitch was accustomed
                                  to very different dinners, he thought everything excellent:
                                  the herb brandy, and the bread, and the butter, and above
                                  all the salt goose and the mushrooms, and the nettle soup,
                                  and the chicken in white sauce, and the white Crimean
                                  wine— everything was superb and delicious.



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