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Anna Karenina


                                  that this is something they can’t understand. If it were a
                                  common, vulgar, worldly intrigue, they would have left
                                  me alone. They feel that this is something different, that
                                  this is not a mere pastime, that this woman is dearer to me

                                  than life. And this is incomprehensible, and that’s why it
                                  annoys them. Whatever our destiny is or may be, we have
                                  made it ourselves, and we do not complain of it,’ he said,
                                  in the word we linking himself with Anna. ‘No, they must
                                  needs teach us how to live. They haven’t an idea of what
                                  happiness is; they don’t know that without our love, for us
                                  there is neither happiness nor unhappiness—no life at all,’
                                  he thought.
                                     He was angry with all of them for their interference
                                  just because he felt in his soul that they, all these people,
                                  were right. He felt that the love that bound him to Anna
                                  was not a momentary impulse, which would pass, as
                                  worldly intrigues do pass, leaving no other traces in the life
                                  of either but pleasant or unpleasant memories. He felt all
                                  the torture of his own and her position, all the difficulty
                                  there was for them, conspicuous as they were in the eye of
                                  all the world, in concealing their love, in lying and
                                  deceiving; and in lying, deceiving, feigning, and
                                  continually thinking of others, when the passion that





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