Oh, thats nonsense! It amuses Alexey, and thats all; but hes a boy, and quite under my control. You know, I turn him as I please. Its just as it might be with your Grisha Dolly!she suddenly changed the subjectyou say I take too gloomy a view of things. You cant understand. Its too awful! I try not to take any view of it at all.
But what can I do? Nothing. You tell me to marry Alexey, and say I dont think about it. I dont think about it! she repeated, and a flush rose into her face. She got up, straightening her chest, and sighed heavily. With her light step she began pacing up and down the room, stopping now and then. I dont think of it? Not a day, not an hour passes that I dont think of it, and blame myself for thinking of it because thinking of that may drive me mad. Drive me mad! she repeated. When I think of it, I cant sleep without morphine. But never mind. Let us talk quietly. They tell me, divorce. In the first place, he wont give me a divorce. Hes under the influence of Countess Lidia Ivanovna now.
Suppose I make the attempt. What does it mean? she said, evidently giving utterance to a thought, a thousand times thought over and learned by heart. It means that I, hating him, but still recognising that I have wronged himand I consider him magnanimousthat I humiliate myself to write to him Well, suppose I make the effort; I do it. Either I receive a humiliating refusal or consent Well, I have received his consent, say Anna was at that moment at the furthest end of the room, and she stopped there, doing something to the curtain at the window I receive his consent, but my my son? They wont give him up to me. He will grow up despising me, with his father, whom Ive abandoned. Do you see, I love equally, I think, but both more than myselftwo creatures, Seryozha and Alexey.
She came out into the middle of the room and stood facing Dolly, with her arms pressed tightly across her chest. In her white dressing-gown her figure seemed more than usually grand and broad. She bent her head, and with shining, wet eyes looked from under her brows at Dolly, a thin little pitiful figure in her patched dressing-jacket and night-cap, shaking all over with emotion.
It is only those two creatures that I love, and one excludes the other. I cant have them together, and thats the only thing I want. And since I cant have that, I dont care about the rest. I dont care about anything, anything. And it will end one way or another, and so I cant, I dont like to talk of it. So dont blame me, dont judge me for anything. You cant with your pure heart understand all that Im suffering. She went up, sat down beside Dolly, and with a guilty look, peeped into her face and took her hand.
What are you thinking? What are you thinking about me? Dont despise me. I dont deserve contempt. Im simply unhappy. If any one is unhappy, I am, she articulated, and turning away, she burst into tears.
Left alone, Darya Alexandrovna said her prayers and went to bed. She had felt for Anna with all her heart while she was speaking to her, but now she could not force herself to think of her. The memories of home and of her children rose up in her imagination with a peculiar charm quite new to her, with a sort of new brilliance. That world of her own seemed to her now so sweet and precious that she would not on any account spend an extra day outside it, and she made up her mind that she would certainly go back next day.
Anna meantime went back to her boudoir, took a wine-glass and dropped into it several drops of a medicine, of which the principal ingredient was morphine. After drinking it off and sitting still a little while, she went into her bedroom in a soothed and more cheerful frame of mind.
When she went into the bedroom, Vronsky looked intently at her. He was looking for traces of the conversation which he knew that, staying so long in Dollys room, she must have had with her. But in her expression of restrained excitement, and of a sort of reserve, he could find nothing but the beauty that always bewitched him afresh though he was used to it, the consciousness of it, and the desire that it should affect him. He did not want to ask her what they had been talking of, but he hoped that she would tell him something of her own accord. But she only said
Misinterpreting the look, she smiled to him. Next morning, in spite of the protests of her hosts, Darya Alexandrovna prepared for her homeward journey. Levins coachman, in his by no means new coat and shabby hat, with his ill-matched horses and his coach with the patched mudguards, drove with gloomy determination into the covered gravel approach.
Darya Alexandrovna disliked taking leave of Princess Varvara and the gentlemen of the party. After a day spent together, both she and her hosts were distinctly aware that they did not get on together, and that it was better for them not to meet. Only Anna was sad. She knew that now, from Dollys departure, no one again would stir up within her soul the feelings that had been roused by their conversation.
As she drove out into the open country, Darya Alexandrovna had a delightful sense of relief, and she felt tempted to ask the two men how they had liked being at Vronskys, when suddenly the coachman, Philip, expressed himself unasked
Rolling in wealth they may be, but three pots of oats was all they gave us. Everything cleared up till there wasnt a grain left by cockcrow. What are three pots? A mere mouthful! And oats now down to forty-five kopecks. At our place, no fear, all comers may have as much as they can eat.
The horses!theres no two opinions about them. And the food was good. But it seemed to me sort of dreary there, Darya Alexandrovna. I dont know what you thought, he said, turning his handsome, good-natured face to her.
On reaching home and finding every one entirely satisfactory and particularly charming, Darya Alexandrovna began with great liveliness telling them how she had arrived, how warmly they had received her, of the luxury and good taste in which the Vronskys lived, and of their recreations, and she would not allow a word to be said against them.
One has to know Anna and VronskyI have got to know him better nowto see how nice they are, and how touching, she said, speaking now with perfect sincerity, and forgetting the vague feeling of dissatisfaction and awkwardness she had experienced there.