Anna karenina, p.162
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       Anna Karenina, p.162

           graf Leo Tolstoy

  Chapter 5

  "Varvara Andreevna, when I was very young, I set before myself the idealof the woman I loved and should be happy to call my wife. I have livedthrough a long life, and now for the first time I have met what Isought--in you. I love you, and offer you my hand."

  Sergey Ivanovitch was saying this to himself while he was ten paces fromVarvara. Kneeling down, with her hands over the mushrooms to guard themfrom Grisha, she was calling little Masha.

  "Come here, little ones! There are so many!" she was saying in hersweet, deep voice.

  Seeing Sergey Ivanovitch approaching, she did not get up and did notchange her position, but everything told him that she felt his presenceand was glad of it.

  "Well, did you find some?" she asked from under the white kerchief,turning her handsome, gently smiling face to him.

  "Not one," said Sergey Ivanovitch. "Did you?"

  She did not answer, busy with the children who thronged about her.

  "That one too, near the twig," she pointed out to little Masha a littlefungus, split in half across its rosy cap by the dry grass from underwhich it thrust itself. Varenka got up while Masha picked the fungus,breaking it into two white halves. "This brings back my childhood," sheadded, moving apart from the children beside Sergey Ivanovitch.

  They walked on for some steps in silence. Varenka saw that he wanted tospeak; she guessed of what, and felt faint with joy and panic. They hadwalked so far away that no one could hear them now, but still he did notbegin to speak. It would have been better for Varenka to be silent.After a silence it would have been easier for them to say what theywanted to say than after talking about mushrooms. But against her ownwill, as it were accidentally, Varenka said:

  "So you found nothing? In the middle of the wood there are always fewer,though." Sergey Ivanovitch sighed and made no answer. He was annoyedthat she had spoken about the mushrooms. He wanted to bring her back tothe first words she had uttered about her childhood; but after a pauseof some length, as though against his own will, he made an observationin response to her last words.

  "I have heard that the white edible funguses are found principally atthe edge of the wood, though I can't tell them apart."

  Some minutes more passed, they moved still further away from thechildren, and were quite alone. Varenka's heart throbbed so that sheheard it beating, and felt that she was turning red and pale and redagain.

  To be the wife of a man like Koznishev, after her position with MadameStahl, was to her imagination the height of happiness. Besides, she wasalmost certain that she was in love with him. And this moment it wouldhave to be decided. She felt frightened. She dreaded both his speakingand his not speaking.

  Now or never it must be said--that Sergey Ivanovitch felt too.Everything in the expression, the flushed cheeks and the downcast eyesof Varenka betrayed a painful suspense. Sergey Ivanovitch saw it andfelt sorry for her. He felt even that to say nothing now would be aslight to her. Rapidly in his own mind he ran over all the arguments insupport of his decision. He even said over to himself the words in whichhe meant to put his offer, but instead of those words, some utterlyunexpected reflection that occurred to him made him ask:

  "What is the difference between the 'birch' mushroom and the 'white'mushroom?"

  Varenka's lips quivered with emotion as she answered:

  "In the top part there is scarcely any difference, it's in the stalk."

  And as soon as these words were uttered, both he and she felt that itwas over, that what was to have been said would not be said; and theiremotion, which had up to then been continually growing more intense,began to subside.

  "The birch mushroom's stalk suggests a dark man's chin after two dayswithout shaving," said Sergey Ivanovitch, speaking quite calmly now.

  "Yes, that's true," answered Varenka smiling, and unconsciously thedirection of their walk changed. They began to turn towards thechildren. Varenka felt both sore and ashamed; at the same time she had asense of relief.

  When he had got home again and went over the whole subject, SergeyIvanovitch thought his previous decision had been a mistaken one. Hecould not be false to the memory of Marie.

  "Gently, children, gently!" Levin shouted quite angrily to the children,standing before his wife to protect her when the crowd of children flewwith shrieks of delight to meet them.

  Behind the children Sergey Ivanovitch and Varenka walked out of thewood. Kitty had no need to ask Varenka; she saw from the calm andsomewhat crestfallen faces of both that her plans had not come off.

  "Well?" her husband questioned her as they were going home again.

  "It doesn't bite," said Kitty, her smile and manner of speakingrecalling her father, a likeness Levin often noticed with pleasure.

  "How doesn't bite?"

  "I'll show you," she said, taking her husband's hand, lifting it to hermouth, and just faintly brushing it with closed lips. "Like a kiss on apriest's hand."

  "Which didn't it bite with?" he said, laughing.

  "Both. But it should have been like this..."

  "There are some peasants coming..."

  "Oh, they didn't see."

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