Anna Karenina Page #6

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But surely you must want|to say goodbye to a man

who tried to take his own life|for you.

That's exactly why I don't want to.|Let's not talk about it.

l'm so glad you're at home!

I haven't seen you|since Anna's illness.

l've heard what good care you took|of her. You're an amazing husband!

We've been chatting too long.|I really must be going now.

Wait!|I must tell you... I mean, to you...

I can't and I don't want to have|any secrets from you.

Count Vronsky is leaving for Tashkent,|and he would like to say goodbye to us.

I said I could not see him.

You said that was for Alexei|Alexandrovich to decide.

No, I said|that I wouldn't receive him.

There would be no point in it.|I just don't want to.

I know you are a truly|generous man.

I love Anna and respect you so much

that I venture to offer advice:|do receive him.

Vronsky is the soul of honour,|and he's leaving for Tashkent...

Thank you, Princess,|for your sympathy and advice.

But only my wife can decide|whom she should

or should not receive.

A telegram from your brother.|He's coming to Petersburg.

- I haven't the time to meet him...|- Yes, I know. L'II go.

I agree that there's no need

for Count Vronsky to come here.|However, if...

l've told you already.|Why do I need to repeat it?

Let's not talk about it anymore.

I left the decision up to you,|and l'm very glad to see...

That my wishes coincide with your own?

Yes. The Princess shouldn't meddle in|others' complicated family affairs.

Especially since...

- But I don't blame anyone.|- Yes, you do!

What has she done to you?|Why didn't I die?

Oh, I wish I were dead! L'm sorry,|l'm unstrung, but... do go away!

Go away! Go away!

I can't live with him anymore.|I can't bear the sight of him.

They say women love men|even for their vices.

But I hate him|because he's so virtuous.

You married without love,|or without knowing love.

That was a grave mistake.

I seem to be falling down the abyss,|and there's nothing left to do but...

You are giving in to pessimism,|you must pull yourself together.

Believe me, you're exaggerating|things.

No, Stiva, l'm lost. L'm lost.

l'm like a string stretched too tight.

The string can be loosened|little by little.

There's always a way out|of every situation.

Yes, you're right! There's no sense|in lying to myself any more.

l'm still alive and it's not my fault.|Let come what may.

Anything is better than deceit.|We'II go to Italy.

Alone, to live like man and wife.

- What is it?|- Oh, nothing, really.

I just wanted you|to turn round.

I made a wish and it worked.

What were you thinking about?

Just wondering how l'd cut out|these little holes.

What were you thinking about?

Tell me.

About my work. Many things...

l'm so glad of the chance|to be alone with you.

- Are you happy?|- Yes, l'm happy.

But l'm dissatisfied with myself.

Why? How can you be dissatisfied|and happy at the same time?

I want nothing for myself,|but I have always envied people

whose whole lives are subordinated|to duty.

When I compare myself to them,|I see l'm not worth much.

Why?|Aren't you doing enough for others?

With your work on the estate?|With your writing?

No, no. I don't do any of it|as I should.

I do it as though it were a lesson|assigned to me.

l'm pretending. And all the time|l'm thinking of death.

Of course, it's all nonsense,|but come to think of it.

Our world is just a little mould,|that has grown on our tiny planet.

And we imagine|we can achieve great things.

Oh, l'm sorry, l'm so very happy I|don't think I can understand anything.

- Won't you be tired?|- No.

Stay out of the sun.

We're going for a little walk.

Kitty, you mustn't walk too much|in your condition.

Why don't you try our method|with this jam?

Just cover the jar with a piece|of paper soaked in rum.

It'II never get moldy.

l'II try it.|Anyhow, our way of pickling

is considered the best|anywhere around these parts.

Verse number forty-eight.

'Be ye therefore perfect,

even as your father which is|in Heaven is perfect.'

- I hope you understand that?|- Yes, papa.

Is it true that you got|a new decoration?

Are you glad?

First, will you stop rocking?

And second,|what counts is work, not the reward.

When you work, you must love|what you do.

And your work will be your reward.

Yes, papa.

Did you get the Alexander Nevsky|order?

- Is there something higher?|- Vladimir.

- And still higher?|- Saint Andrew.

And higher than that?

You are far too young|to be interested in these things.

l've asked you to stop rocking.

Now name the patriarchs|who lived before the Flood.

Enos... Enoch...|Then Methuselah...

- Jared... Enos...|- You've already named Enos.

It's bad that you don't try to learn

the things which are the most|important for a Christian.

I must punish you.

l'm leaving now, and you're forbidden|to go for a walk as usual.

The nurse said that my mama isn't|really dead. Is it true?

She's dead... She's dead... for you.

'I haven't seen him for such a long|time.

l'm so unhappy being separated|from my son.

l'm imploring you for permission|to see him, if only just once.

l'm turning to you|and not to Alexei Alexandrovich,

only because I do not want|that generous man to suffer.

Knowing of your friendship with him,|l'm sure you'II understand me.

Will you send Seryozha to me

or should I come to the house|when you tell me to?'

I have received a letter from her.|She is here, in Petersburg.

Oh, I congratulate you!

Lydia Ivanovna has taken Karenin

under her special protection.

The Countess has never stopped|being in love with someone:

a prince, the Metripolitan,|now it's Karenin.

He came straight|from the Winter Palace

where the Czar was congratulating|those who've been decorated.

She asks me to assist her

in arranging a meeting|with your son...

our little angel.

I do not believe|that I have the right to refuse her.

You never see evil in anyone.

I see evil everywhere,|but would it be fair?

There is a limit to everything.

And if you ask my advice...

l'd advise you not to do it.

Without any hesitation I wouldn't|advise it.

With your permission...|l'II answer her letter.

All we may do is pray to Almighty God|to have mercy on her.

Madame?

I want to see Seryozha...|Sergey Alexeyevich.

Let me take a look.

He's waking up.

Madame is here?

Seryozha!

It's me. Come here.

Mama!

Seryozha, my darling!

Today is my birthday.|I knew you'd come.

Mama, why are you crying?

I won't cry.|l'm crying forjoy.

I haven't seen you for such a long|time. Now, you must get dressed.

Yes. Only I don't wash with cold|water. Papa said not to.

You're sitting on my clothes.

My darling, you didn't believe|I was dead?

I never believed it,|mama darling!

Don't go away, he's not coming yet.

My darling!|My blessed little monkey!

You won't forget me?

Don't go. He won't come.

My baby, love your father.|I did him a terrible wrong.

When you're older, you'II understand.

He's kinder than I am, and better.

No! I don't want to!

Mama! Darling mama!|No one is better than you!

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