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Leo Tolstoy (1828–1910).  Anna Karenin.
The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction.  1917.
  
Part V
Chapter XXVI
  
‘WELL, Kapitonitch?’ said Seryozha, coming back rosy and good-humoured from his walk the day before his birthday, and giving his overcoat to the tall old hall-porter, who smiled down at the little person from the height of his long figure. ‘Well, has the bandaged clerk been here to-day? Did papa see him?’   1
  ‘He saw him. The minute the chief secretary came out, I announced him,’ said the hall-porter with a good-humoured wink. ‘Here, I’ll take it off.’   2
  ‘Seryozha!’ said the tutor, stopping in the doorway leading to the inner rooms. ‘Take it off yourself.’ But Seryozha, though he heard his tutor’s feeble voice, did not pay attention to it. He stood keeping hold of the hall-porter’s belt, and gazing into his face.   3
  ‘Well, and did papa do what he wanted for him?’   4
  The hall-porter nodded his head affirmatively. The clerk with his face tied up, who had already been seven times to ask some favour of Alexey Alexandrovitch, interested both Seryozha and the hall-porter. Seryozha had come upon him in the hall, and heard him plaintively beg the hall-porter to announce him, saying that he and his children had death staring them in the face.   5
  Since then Seryozha, having met him a second time in the hall, took great interest in him.   6
  ‘Well, was he very glad?’ he asked.   7
  ‘Glad? I should think so! Almost dancing as he walked away.’   8
  ‘And has anything been left?’ asked Seryozha, after a pause.   9
  ‘Come, sir,’ said the hall-porter; then with a shake of his head he whispered, ‘Something from the Countess.’  10
  Seryozha understood at once that what the hall-porter was speaking of was a present from Countess Lidia Ivanovna for his birthday.  11
  ‘What do you say? Where?’  12
  ‘Korney took it to your papa. A fine plaything it must be too!’  13
  ‘How big? Like this?’  14
  ‘Rather smaller, but a fine thing.’  15
  ‘A book.’  16
  ‘No, a thing. Run along, run along, Vassily Lukitch is calling you,’ said the porter, hearing the tutor’s steps approaching, and carefully taking away from his belt the little hand in the glove half pulled off, he signed with his head toward the tutor.  17
  ‘Vassily Lukitch, in a tiny minute!’ answered Seryozha with that gay and loving smile which always won over the conscientious Vassily Lukitch.  18
  Seryozha was too happy, everything was too delightful for him to be able to help sharing with his friend the porter the family good fortune of which he had heard during his walk in the public gardens from Lidia Ivanovna’s niece. This piece of good news seemed to him particularly important from its coming at the same time with the gladness of the bandaged clerk and his own gladness at toys having come for him. It seemed to Seryozha that this was a day on which every one ought to be glad and happy.  19
  ‘You know papa’s received the Alexander Nevsky today?’  20
  ‘To be sure I do! People have been already to congratulate him.’  21
  ‘And is he glad?’  22
  ‘Glad at the Tsar’s gracious favour! I should think so! It’s a proof he’s deserved it,’ said the porter severely and seriously.  23
  Seryozha fell to dreaming, gazing up at the face of the porter, which he had thoroughly studied in every detail, especially the chin that hung down between the grey whiskers, never seen by any one but Seryozha, who saw him only from below.  24
  ‘Well, and has your daughter been to see you lately?’  25
  The porter’s daughter was a ballet-dancer.  26
  ‘When is she to come on week-days? They’ve their lessons to learn too. And you’ve your lesson, sir; run along.’  27
  On coming into the room. Seryozha, instead of sitting down to his lessons, told his tutor of his supposition that what had been brought him must be a machine. ‘What do you think?’ he inquired.  28
  But Vassily Lukitch was thinking of nothing but the necessity of learning the grammar lesson for the teacher, who was coming at two.  29
  ‘No, do just tell me, Vassily Lukitch,’ he asked suddenly, when he was seated at their work-table with the book in his hands, ‘what is greater than the Alexander Nevsky? You know papa’s received the Alexander Nevsky?’  30
  Vassily Lukitch replied that the Vladimir was greater than the Alexander Nevsky.  31
  ‘And higher still?’  32
  ‘Well, highest of all is the Andrey Pervozvanny.’  33
  ‘And higher than the Andrey?’  34
  ‘I don’t know.’  35
  ‘What, you don’t know?’ and Seryozha, leaning on his elbows, sank into deep meditation.  36
  His meditations were of the most complex and diverse character. He imagined his father’s having suddenly been presented with both the Vladimir and the Andrey to-day, and in consequence being much better tempered at his lesson, and dreamed how, when he was grown up, he would himself receive all the orders, and what they might invent higher than the Andrey. Directly any higher order were invented, he would win it. They would make a higher one still, and he would immediately win that too.  37
  The time passed in such meditations, and when the teacher came, the lesson about the adverbs of place and time and manner of action was not ready, and the teacher was not only displeased, but hurt. This touched Seryozha. He felt he was not to blame for not having learned the lesson; however much he tried, he was utterly unable to do that. As long as the teacher was explaining to him, he believed him and seemed to comprehend, but as soon as he was left alone, he was positively unable to recollect and to understand that the short familiar word ‘suddenly’ is an adverb of manner of action. Still he was sorry that he had disappointed the teacher.  38
  He chose a moment when the teacher was looking in silence at the book.  39
  ‘Mihail Ivanitch, when is your birthday?’ he asked, all of a sudden.  40
  ‘You’d much better be thinking about your work. Birthdays are of no importance to a rational being. It’s a day like any other on which one has to do one’s work.’  41
  Seryozha looked intently at the teacher, at his scanty beard, at his spectacles, which had slipped down below the ridge on his nose, and fell into so deep a reverie that he heard nothing of what the teacher was explaining to him. He knew that the teacher did not think what he said, he felt it from the tone in which it was said. ‘But why have they all agreed to speak just in the same manner always the dreariest and most useless stuff? Why does he keep me off; why doesn’t he love me?’ he asked himself mournfully, and could not think of an answer.  42

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