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The first time he passed Vronsky's compartment he noticed that the curtain was drawn over the window; but as he passed it the second time he saw the old Countess at the window. She beckoned to Koznishev. .cheap prom dresses.
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`Yes, so I heard,' said Sergei Ivanovich, standing at her window and peeping in. `What a noble act on his part!' he added, noticing that Vronsky was not in the compartment. ..
`Yes, after his misfortune, what was there for him to do?' ..
`What a terrible thing it was!' said Sergei Ivanovich. ..
`Ah, what I have been through! But do get in.... Ah, what I have been through!' she repeated, when Sergei Ivanovich had got in and sat down beside her. `You can't conceive it! For six weeks he did not speak to anyone, and would not touch food except when I implored him. And not for one minute could we leave him alone. We took away everything he could have used against himself. We lived on the ground floor, but there was no reckoning on anything. You know, of course, that he had shot himself once already on her account,' she said, and the old lady's brows contracted at the recollection. `Yes, hers was the fitting end for such a woman. Even the death she chose was low and vulgar.' ..
`It's not for us to judge, Countess,' said Sergei Ivanovich sighing; `but I can understand that it has been very hard for you.' ..
`And what did her husband do?' asked Sergei Ivanovich. ..
`He has taken her daughter. Aliosha was ready to agree to anything at first. Now it worries him terribly that he should have given his own child away to another man. But he can't take back his word. Karenin came to the funeral. But we tried to prevent his meeting Aliosha. For him, for her husband, it was easier, anyway. She had set him free. But my poor son was utterly given up to her. He had thrown up everything, his career, me, and even then she had no mercy on him, but of set purpose she made his ruin complete. No, say what you will, her very death was the death of a vile woman, of no religious feeling. God forgive me, but I can't help hating the memory of her, when I look at my son's misery!' ..
`But how is he now?' ..
Sergei Ivanovich said he would be very glad to, and crossed over to the other side of the station. ..
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