‘But what is not the thing?’ said Varenka, quite perplexed.
‘It’s all not the thing. I can’t live except by my own heart, but you live by principles. I have loved you quite simply, but you, I expect, only in order to save me, to teach me.’
‘You are unjust,’ said Varenka.
‘But I am not talking about others, only about myself.’
‘Kitty!’ came her mother’s voice, ‘come here and show Papa your corals.’
Kitty took from the table a little box which held the corals, and with a proud look, without having made it up with her friend, went to where her mother was.
‘What’s the matter? Why are you so red?’ asked both her mother and father together.
‘Nothing,’ she said. ‘I’ll come back in a minute,’ and ran away.
‘She is still here,’ thought Kitty. ‘What shall I say to her? Oh dear! What have I done, what have I said? Why have I offended her? What am I to do? What shall I say to her?’ thought Kitty and stopped at the door.
Varenka, with her hat on, sat at the table examining the spring of her sunshade, which Kitty had broken. She looked up.
‘Varenka, forgive me, forgive me!’ whispered Kitty, coming close to her. ‘I don’t remember what I said. I …’
‘Really, I did not wish to distress you,’ said Varenka with a smile.
Peace was made. But with her father’s return the world in which she had been living completely changed for Kitty. She did not renounce all she had learnt, but realized that she had deceived herself when thinking that she could be what she wished to be. It was as if she had recovered consciousness; she felt the difficulty of remaining without hypocrisy or boastfulness on the level to which she had wished to rise.
Moreover, she felt the oppressiveness of that world of sorrow, sickness and death in which she was living. The efforts she had been making to love it now seemed tormenting, and she longed to get away quickly to the fresh air, back to Russia, to Ergushovo, where as she knew from a letter her sister Dolly had moved with the children.
But her affection for Varenka was not weakened. When taking leave of her, Kitty tried to persuade her to come and stay with them in Russia.
‘I will come when you are married,’ said Varenka.
‘I shall never marry.’
‘Well, then, I shall never come.’
‘Then I will marry for that purpose only. Mind now, don’t forget your promise!’ said Kitty.
The doctor’s prediction was justified. Kitty returned to Russia quite cured! She was not as careless and light-hearted as before, but she was at peace. Her old Moscow sorrows were no more than a memory.
PART THREE
Chapter 1
SERGIUS IVANICH KOZNYSHEV, wishing to take a rest from mental work, went to stay with his brother in the country instead of going abroad as usual. According to his views country life was preferable to any other, and he had now come to his brother’s house to enjoy it. Constantine Levin was very pleased, especially as he no longer expected his brother Nicholas to come that summer. But in spite of his affection