Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART FOUR CHAPTER 3
Tears dropped from her eyes; he bent down over her hand and began kissing it,
trying to hide his emotion, which, he knew, had no sort of grounds, though he could
not control it.
“Yes, it’s better so,” she said, tightly gripping his hand. “That’s the only way, the
only way left us.”
He had recovered himself, and lifted his head.
“How absurd! What absurd nonsense you are talking!”
“No, it’s the truth.”
“What, what’s the truth?”
“That I shall die. I have had a dream.”
“A dream?” repeated Vronsky, and instantly he recalled the peasant of his dream.
“Yes, a dream,” she said. “It’s a long while since I dreamed it. I dreamed that I ran
into my bedroom, that I had to get something there, to find out something; you know
how it is in dreams,” she said, her eyes wide with horror; “and in the bedroom, in
the corner, stood something.”
“Oh, what nonsense! How can you believe...”
But she would not let him interrupt her. What she was saying was too important
to her.
“And the something turned round, and I saw it was a peasant with a disheveled
beard, little, and dreadful looking. I wanted to run away, but he bent down over a
sack, and was fumbling there with his hands...”
She showed how he had moved his hands. There was terror in her face. And
Vronsky, remembering his dream, felt the same terror filling his soul.
“He was fumbling and kept talking quickly, quickly in French, you know: Il faut
le battre, le fer, le brayer, le pétrir.... And in my horror I tried to wake up, and woke
up...but woke up in the dream. And I began asking myself what it meant. And
Korney said to me: ‘In childbirth you’ll die, ma’am, you’ll die....’ And I woke up.”
“What nonsense, what nonsense!” said Vronsky; but he felt himself that there was
no conviction in his voice.
“But don’t let’s talk of it. Ring the bell, I’ll have tea. And stay a little now; it’s not
long I shall...”
But all at once she stopped. The expression of her face instantaneously changed.
Horror and excitement were suddenly replaced by a look of soft, solemn, blissful
attention. He could not comprehend the meaning of the change. She was listening
to the stirring of the new life within her.
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