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Anna Karenina

myself again; and who did it? Anna saved me. And here I
am living on. The children are growing up, my husband
has come back to his family, and feels his fault, is growing
purer, better, and I live on.... I have forgiven it, and you

ought to forgive!’
Alexey Alexandrovitch heard her, but her words had
no effect on him now. All the hatred of that day when he
had resolved on a divorce had sprung up again in his soul.
He shook himself, and said in a shrill, loud voice:
‘Forgive I cannot, and do not wish to, and I regard it as
wrong. I have done everything for this woman, and she
has trodden it all in the mud to which she is akin. I am not
a spiteful man, I have never hated anyone, but I hate her
with my whole soul, and I cannot even forgive her,
because I hate her too much for all the wrong she has
done me!’ he said, with tones of hatred in his voice.
‘Love those that hate you....’ Darya Alexandrovna
whispered timorously.
Alexey Alexandrovitch smiled contemptuously. That
he knew long ago, but it could not be applied to his case.
‘Love those that hate you, but to love those one hates is
impossible. Forgive me for having troubled you. Everyone
has enough to bear in his own grief!’ And regaining his

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