`What a pity!' commented Sergei Ivanovich, frowning.
Levin in self-defense began to describe what took place at the sessions in his district.
`That's how it always is!' Sergei Ivanovich interrupted him. `We Russians are always like that. Perhaps it's our strong point, really -this faculty of seeing our own shortcomings; but we overdo it, we comfort ourselves with irony, which we always have on the tip of our tongues. All I say is, give such rights as our Zemstvo establishments to any other European people, and... Why, the Germans or the English would have worked their way to ******* with them, while we simply turn them into ridicule.'
`But how can it be helped?' said Levin penitently. `It was my last trial. And I did try with all my soul. I can't. I'm no good at it.'
`It's not that you're no good at it,' said Sergei Ivanovich, `it is that you don't look at it as you should.'
`Perhaps not,' Levin answered dejectedly.
`Oh! do you know brother Nikolai's turned up again?'
This brother Nikolai was the elder brother of Constantin Levin, and half-brother of Sergei Ivanovich; a man who was done for, who had dissipated the greater part of his fortune, was living in the strangest and lowest company, and had quarreled with his brothers.
`What did you say?' Levin cried with horror. `How do you know?'
`Procophii saw him in the street.'
`Here in Moscow? Where is he? Do you know?' Levin got up from his chair, as though on the point of starting off at once.
`I'm sorry I told you,' said Sergei Ivanovich, shaking his head at his younger brother's excitement. `I sent to find out where he is living, and sent him his I O U to Trubin, which I paid. This is the answer he sent me.'
And Sergei Ivanovich took a note from under a paperweight and handed it to his brother.
Levin read in the queer, familiar handwriting: `I humbly beg you to leave me in peace. That's the only favor I ask of my gracious brothers.
- Nikolai Levin.'
Levin read it, and without raising his head stood with the note in his hands opposite Sergei Ivanovich.
There was a struggle in his heart between the desire to forget his unhappy brother for the time, and the consciousness that it would be base to do so.
`He obviously wants to offend me,' pursued Sergei Ivanovich; `but he cannot offend me, and I should have wished with all my heart to assist him, but I know it's impossible to do that.'
`Yes, yes,' repeated Levin. `I understand and appreciate your attitude to him; but I shall go and see him.'
`If you want to, do; but I shouldn't advise it,' said Sergei Ivanovich.
`As regards myself, I have no fear of your doing so; he will not make you quarrel with me; but for your own sake, I should say you would do better not to go. You can't do him any good; still, do as you please.'
`Very likely I can't do any good, but I feel - especially at such a moment - but that's another thing - I feel I could not be at peace.'
`Well, that's something I don't understand,' said Sergei Ivanovich.
`One thing I do understand,' he added, `it's a lesson in humility. I have come to look very differently and more indulgently on what is called infamy since brother Nikolai has become what he is... you know what he did....'
`Oh, it's awful, awful!' repeated Levin.
After obtaining his brother's address from Sergei Ivanovich's footman, Levin was on the point of setting off at once to see him, but on second thought he decided to put off his visit till the evening. The thing to do to set his heart at rest was to accomplish what he had come to Moscow for. From his brother's Levin went to Oblonsky's office, and on getting news of the Shcherbatskys from him, he drove to the place where he had been told he might find Kitty.
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TOLSTOY: Anna Karenina Part 1, Chapter 09[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] Chapter 9 At four o'clock, conscious of his throbbing heart, Levin stepped out of a hired sleigh at the Zoological Gardens and turned along the path to the frozen mounds and the skating ground, knowing that he would certainly find her there, as he had seen the Shcherbatsky's carriage at the entrance.
It was a bright, frosty day. Rows of carriages, sleighs, drivers and gendarmes were standing in the approach. Crowds of well-dressed people, with hats bright in the sun, swarmed about the entrance and along the well-swept paths between the little houses adorned with carving in the Russian style.
The old curly birches of the gardens, all their twigs laden with snow, looked as though freshly decked in sacred vestments.
He walked along the path toward the skating ground, and kept saying to himself - `You mustn't be excited, you must be calm. What's the matter with you? What do you want? Be still, foolish one,' he conjured his heart.
And the more he tried to compose himself, the more breathless he found himself. An acquaintance met him and called him by his name, but Levin did not even recognize him. He went toward the mounds, whence came the clank of the chains of sleighs as they slipped down or were dragged up, the rumble of the sliding sleighs and the sounds of merry voices. He walked on a few steps, and the skating ground lay open before him, and at once, amid all the skaters, he recognized her.