`If only they're better than I! That's all I desire. You don't know yet all the work,' he said, `with boys who've been left like mine to run wild abroad.'
`You'll catch up with all that. They're such clever children.
The great thing is the education of character. That's what I learn when I look at your children.'
`You talk of the education of character. You can't imagine how difficult that is! You have hardly succeeded in combating one tendency when others crop up, and the struggle begins again. If one had not a support in religion - you remember we talked about that - no father could bring children up relying on his own strength alone, without that help.'
This subject, which always interested Levin, was cut short by the entrance of the beauty Natalya Alexandrovna, dressed to go out.
`I didn't know you were here,' she said, unmistakably feeling no regret, but a positive pleasure, in interrupting this conversation on a topic she had heard so much of that she was by now weary of it. `Well, how is Kitty? I am dining with you today. I tell you what, Arsenii,' she turned to her husband, `you take the carriage.'
And the husband and wife began to discuss their arrangements for the day. As the husband had to drive to meet someone on official business, while the wife had to go to the concert and some public meeting of a committee on the South-Eastern Question, there was a great deal to consider and settle.
Levin had to take part in their plans as one of themselves. It was settled that Levin should go with Natalie to the concert and the meeting, and that from there they should send the carriage to the office for Arsenii and he should call for her and take her to Kitty's; or that, if he had not finished his work, he should send the carriage back and Levin would go with her.
`He's spoiling me,' Lvov said to his wife: `he assures me that our children are splendid, when I know how much bad there is in them.'
`Arsenii goes to extremes, I always say,' said his wife. `If you look for perfection, you will never be satisfied. And it's true, as papa says - that when we were brought up there was one extreme - we were kept in the attic, while our parents lived in the best rooms; now it's just the other way - the parents are in the washhouse, while the children are in the best rooms. Parents now are not expected to live at all, but to exist altogether for their children.'
`Well, what if they like it better? Lvov said, with his beautiful smile, touching her hand. `Anyone who didn't know you would think you were a stepmother, not a true mother.'
`No, extremes are not good in anything,' Natalie said serenely, putting his paper knife straight in its proper place on the table.
`Well, come here, you perfect children,' Lvov said to the two handsome boys who came in, and, after bowing to Levin, went up to their father, obviously wishing to ask him about something.
Levin would have liked to talk to them, to hear what they would say to their father, but Natalie began talking to him, and then Lvov's colleague in the service, Makhotin, walked in, wearing his Court dress, to go with him to meet someone, and a conversation was kept up without a break upon Herzegovina, Princess Korzinskaya, the town council, and the sudden death of Madame Apraksina.
Levin even forgot the commission intrusted to him. He recollected it as he was going into the hall.
`O, Kitty told me to talk to you about Oblonsky,' he said, as Lvov was standing on the stairs, seeing his wife and Levin off.
`Yes, yes, maman wants us, les beaux-frères , to attack him,' he said, blushing. `But why should I?'
`Well, then, I will attack him,' said Madame Lvova, with a smile, standing in her round white dogskin opera cloak waiting till they had finished speaking. `Come, let us go.'
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TOLSTOY: Anna Karenina Part 7, Chapter 05[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] Chapter 5 At the concert in the afternoon two very interesting things were performed.
One was a fantasia, King Lear in the Heath ; the other was a quartette dedicated to the memory of Bach. Both were new and in the new style, and Levin was eager to form an opinion of them. After escorting his sister-in-law to her stall, he stood against a column and tried to listen as attentively and conscientiously as possible. He tried not to let his attention be distracted, and not to spoil his impression by looking at the conductor in a white tie, waving his arms, which always disturbed his enjoyment of music so much, or the ladies in bonnets, the ribbons of which, since it was a concert, they had carefully tied over their ears, and all these people either thinking of nothing at all, or thinking of all sorts of things except the music. He tried to avoid meeting musical connoisseurs or talkative acquaintances, and stood looking at the floor straight before him, listening.
But the more he listened to the fantasia of King Lear the further he felt from forming any definite opinion of it. There was, as it were, a continual beginning, a preparation of the musical expression of some feeling, but it fell to pieces again directly, breaking into new musical motifs, or simply nothing but the whims of the composer - exceedingly complex but disconnected sounds. And these fragmentary musical expressions, though sometimes beautiful, were disagreeable, because they were utterly unexpected and not led up to by anything. Gaiety and grief and despair and tenderness and triumph followed one another without any ground, like the emotions of a madman. And those emotions, like a madman's, sprang up quite unexpectedly.
During the whole performance Levin felt like a deaf man watching people dancing, and was in a state of complete bewilderment when the fantasia was over, and felt a great weariness from the fruitless strain on his attention.