Anna Karenina Page #4

those with serious ailments,

and the work suited me.

I learned that there are

so many more important...

I saw you last summer.

Oh, you didnt see me,

but I saw you.

Where?

You were driving to Yergushovo.

My estates on the way.

It was very early in the morning.

You were probably only just awake.

You had a splendid team

of horses with bells.

You flashed by

in a second.

I saw you through the window.

Your head was like this.

And you were playing

with the ribbons of your cap,

thinKing about

something very deeply.

I wish I knew what

you were thinKing then.

Really?

I dont remember.

Don't go.

I've a question I've been wanting

to ask you for a long time.

What is it?

Here.

Thats the first letters

of the words.

What is that word?

- Never.

- Is it something I once sald?

I know what it is.

When you told me it could not be...

...did that mean never...

...or then? ''

I dont know.

Then I could not answer

differently.

Only then?

He will have reached the church

any moment now.

Word will come.

Oh! This is impossible!

Dont worry. Youll just

have to wear mine.

Yes, well, if I was going to do that,

I shouldve done it a long time ago!

Everything will

turn out just fine.

Dont you worry.

I went out to buy a new shirt.

All the shops were shut...

I was beginning to think that you had

made up your mind to run away.

What happened to me was

so silly, I was...

I'm ashamed

to tell you.

Kitty should have

stepped on the mat first.

Whoever does

runs the household.

I did.

What about you, Dolly?

I dont remember.

Why on earth not?

I was so in love.

Sir, Madame Karenin

miscarried last night.

My God, how is she? I

Very bad. The doctor

is with her now.

Who is here?

Is... is she...

She has

a very high fever.

Ana Arkadyevna,

he has come.

Has Seriozha had his dinner?

I know they will all forget.

I am entirely

in your hands.

He must be moved

into the corner room...

Maria told

to sleep with him.

I'm not afraid of you.

I know I'm dying now.

You ask him.

I feel it already.

I want only one thing...

for you to forgive me.

Forgive me completely...

There is some hope...

I must stay.

She may ask for me...

I've long wanted to be

revenged on you and her.

When I got the telegram.

I came here with the same sentiments.

But I saw her...

and forgave her.

And the happiness of

forgiving her revealed to me

my duty.

I will not

forsake her,

and I will never utter a word

of reproach to you.

Should she want to see you,

I will let you know.

Now I think

youd better leave.

Idiot!

You had the misfortune to fall in love

with man whos not your husband.

This is a misfortune,

but this is a fact.

Your husband

has forgiven you.

Also a fact.

The question is,

can you go on living

with your husband?

Do you want to?

And what does he want?

I dont know.

I dont know at all.

I feel I'm flying headlong

over a precipice.

Well catch you,

and we wont

let you fall.

There is

nothing left for me,

except for it

to be all over.

Look at you.

I hardly know you

with this short hair.

Youve grown so pretty,

but how pale you are.

I'm still very weak.

Well go to Italy.

Youll soon get well.

Well live together

as husband and wife.

Youll be ruined.

I resigned

my commission.

Now all I want

is you.

My dear friend,

you must not give way

to your grief.

You will find support,

but seek it not in me,

though I beg you

to believe in

our friendship.

I will set to work...

I will be your housekeeper.

Dont thank me.

I do it not of myself.

How can I help

thanKing you?

You must

thank Him,

and ask for His help.

In Him alone

can we find peace.

My dear, dear boy.

How unhappy you must be.

I'm quite well,

countess.

Your poor father is...

to distraughted

to tell you himself, .

So hes left it to me.

He is...

a saint,

you know?

Your mother...

is dead.

Letters have arrived from town,

Constantine Dmitrich.

You see, your ladys settled me here,

told me to sit a little with her.

Here.

I opened

your letter, too.

I think its from that woman,

your brothers,

and this is a letter

from home.

Dolly took Grisha and Tanya to a

childrens party at the Sarmatskys.

Tanya went

as a French marquise...

Whats...

whats the matter?

My... my brother

Nikolai is dying.

I... I must go to him

I'll leave tomorrow.

Lets go.

Why didnt you

let me know sooner?

What is so awful

for me...

is that I cant help...

remembering him as he was

when he was young.

You cant imagine

what a charming boy he was.

But I didnt

understand him then.

In infinite time...

in infinite matter...

in infinite space...

an organic cell

stands out,

will hold together

a while...

and then bursts.

And that cell is me.

I cannot live without

knowing.

What I am and why I am here,

and that I cannot know.

So, therefore, I

have no reason to live.

What?

I'm pregnant.

Well, dont spare

me now.

Its going

to be perfection.

- I'm not going to finish it.

- Why? Why ever not?

Because its defects will become

more and more obvious.

I cant fool myself

that I am an artist.

I am going

to give it up.

I confess I hardly miss

Seriozha at all.

But you do.

Yes.

Lets go back to Russia.

Karenin will

grant us a divorce.

Well get married,

and well be together.

Oh, I was afraid youd say that.

I'm so unpardonable happy here,

away from all of them,

all of that.

I thought you were, too.

Being with you

is the realization of

all my deepest desires,

but there is nothing

I can do here.

I need a purpose.

Thats what I like so much,

having you all to myself.

Seriozha

needs his mother.

Dear Lydia Ivanovna,

Forgive me for

reminding you of myself.

Count Vronsky and I are

returning to St. Petersburg.

I am unhappy at

being parted from my son.

I beg to be allowed

to see him.

Will you send Seriozha to me, or should

I come to the house at some fixed hour?

You cannot conceive

the yearning I have to see him

and so can not conceive the gratitude

your help will arouse in me.

Anna.

I dont think

I can refuse her.

My dear friend,

You never see evil in anybody...

Her love for her son

exacts...

But is it love?

My friend,

is it sincere?

Have we the right to toy with the

feelings of that little angel?

He thinks shes dead,

and he prays for her

and besieges God

have mercy on her sins,

and it is...

better.

Madame,

to remind

your son of you

Might lead to questions on his part

which it would be impossible to answer.

I beg you to interpret

your husband's refusal

in the spirit

of Christian love.

I am here to tell you that I look upon my

union with Madame Karenina as marriage.

If you wish to be on good terms with me

then you must be on good terms with her.

Our intimate friends

can and must look at it

in the proper light.

I for one am so glad

you are back.

I can imagine how horrible our

Petersburg must seem to you

after your

delightful travels.

- How about the divorce? Is that all settled?

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