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`Only fancy, we all but ran over two soldiers,' she began telling them at once, using her eyes, smiling and twitching away her train, which she at first threw too much to one side. `I drove here with Vaska... Ah, to be sure, you don't know each other.' And, mentioning his surname, she introduced the young man, and, reddening, broke into a ringing laugh at her mistake - that is, at her having called him Vaska before a stranger. Vaska bowed once more to Anna, but he said nothing to her. He addressed Sappho: `You've lost your bet. We got here first. Pay up,' said he, smiling. .bvlgari rings replica.
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`Ah, how glad I am to see you!' she said, going up to her. `Yesterday, at the races, I wanted just to get to you, but you'd gone away. I did so want to see you, especially yesterday. Wasn't it awful?' she said, looking at Anna with eyes that seemed to lay bare all her soul. .Giuseppe Zanotti replica.
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`I'm not going,' said Liza, smiling and settling herself close to Anna. `You won't go either, will you? Who wants to play croquet?'
`Oh, I like it,' said Anna.
`There, how do you manage never to be bored by things? One has but to look at you, to be joyful. You're alive, but I'm bored.'
`How can you be bored? Why, you live among the merriest people in Peterburg,' said Anna.
`Possibly the people who are not of our set are even more bored; but we are not amused ourselves - I certainly am not, but awfully, awfully bored.'
Sappho, smoking a cigarette, went off into the garden with the two young men. Betsy and Stremov remained at the tea table.
`You bored?' said Betsy. `Sappho says they enjoyed themselves tremendously at your house last night.'
`Ah, how dreary it all was!' said Liza Merkalova. `We all drove back to my place after the races. And always the same people, always the same. Always the same thing. We lounged about on sofas all the evening. What's enjoyable about that? No; do tell me how you manage never to be bored?' she said, addressing Anna again. `One has but to look at you and one sees a woman who may be happy or unhappy, but who isn't bored. Tell me - how do you do it?'
`I do nothing,' answered Anna, blushing at these searching questions.
`That's the best way,' Stremov put in.
Stremov was a man of fifty, partly gray, but still vigorous in appearance, very ugly, but with a characteristic and intelligent face. Liza Merkalova was his wife's niece, and he spent all his leisure hours with her. On meeting Anna Karenina, since he was Alexei Alexandrovich's enemy in the government, he tried, like a shrewd man and a man of the world, to be particularly cordial with her, the wife of his enemy.
`Nothing,' he put in with a subtle smile, `that's the very best way. I told you long ago,' he said, turning to Liza Merkalova, `that, in order not to be bored, you mustn't think you're going to be bored. Just as you mustn't be afraid of not being able to fall asleep, if you're afraid of sleeplessness. That's precisely what Anna Arkadyevna has just said.'
`I should be very glad if I had said it, for it's not only clever but true,' said Anna, smiling.
`No, do tell me why it is one can't go to sleep, and one can't help being bored?'
`To sleep well one should work, and to enjoy oneself one should also work.'
`What am I to work for when my work is of no use to anybody? And I can't, and won't, knowingly make a pretense at it.'
`You're incorrigible,' said Stremov, without looking at her, and he spoke again to Anna.
As he rarely met Anna, he could say nothing but banalities to her, but he said those banalities, when was she returning to Peterburg, and how fond Countess Lidia Ivanovna was of her - with an expression which suggested that he longed with his whole soul to please her, and show his regard for her - and even more than that.
Tushkevich came in, announcing that the party were awaiting the other players to begin croquet.
`No, don't go away, please don't,' pleaded Liza Merkalova, hearing that Anna was going. Stremov joined in her entreaties.
`It's too violent a transition,' he said, `to go from such company to old Madame Vrede. And, besides, you will only give her a chance for talking scandal, while here you will arouse other feelings, of the finest and directly opposed to scandal,' he said to her.
Anna pondered for an instant in uncertainty. This shrewd man's flattering words, the naive, childlike affection shown her by Liza Merkalova, and all the worldly atmosphere she was used to - it was all so easy, while that which was in store for her was so difficult, that she was for a minute in uncertainty: should she remain, should she put off a little longer the painful moment of explanation? But, remembering what was in store for her when she would be alone at home, if she did not come to some decision; remembering that gesture - terrible even in memory - when she had clutched her hair in both hands, she said good-by and went away.
? Leo Tolstoy