Anna Karenina Page #8

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Such things are not my strong point,

but I will be your housekeeper.

And now l'm going to tell Seryozha|that his father is a saint.

And how is your poor sister?

Give her my love.

She was so right in leaving|that half-wit husband of hers.

Everyone claimed he's such a clever|man.

l'm the only one who said he's a fool.

That one was close!

And now that he got mixed up|with that stupid Lydia Ivanovna

and that dimwit Landau,

everybody realizes how right I was.

This one'II be a miss.

l've never heard of him.

We don't know about him in Moscow.

You haven't heard of Jules Landau?|It's because you live in the province.

Just another insane man.

Lydia Ivanovna brought him|to Petersburg from Paris.

- He is treating her husband.|- With no success.

Yesterday I asked Karenin to give me|an answer on behalf of my sister.

Instead I got an invitation|from Lydia Ivanovna.

You will meet Jules Landau there.

Now your sister's fate|depends on that Landau.

Is it true that Monsieur Landau|has cured Countess Bezukhov?

Completely.

- Is he going to Paris?|- Yes, he heard a voice.

- What did he hear?|- A voice.

Oh, a voice...

I observe that Moscow people,|particularly men,

are utterly indifferent|to religion.

As I can see, you, unfortunately,|are one of the indifferent ones.

Have you read 'Happy Because Safe|From Harm'? No.

Give me your word|that you will read it.

It points the way to faith

and the happiness|that faith brings.

He is asleep.

Give him your hand, my friend,|and you will see, you will hear...

What did he say?|I couldn't make it out.

Come back at 10 o'clock.|Or even better, tomorrow.

Oh, did he speak of me?

Do not admit anyone.

Countess, Alexei Alexandrovich|wanted to inform me

of his decision|about divorcing my sister.

The answer is quite clear.

He heard a voice.

- What did he hear?|- A voice.

Ah, yes, a voice!

Help me, Almighty Father...

- Did you have a good time?|- Same as usual.

Wasn't it interesting?|Who was there?

The usual Moscow set... The Kourakins,|Maman and Princess Sorokin...

The girl your mother was so anxious|to have you marry?

Oh, that's good!|When do you want to leave for Moscow?

I shan't be ready by tomorrow.|The day after.

No... the day after tomorrow|l've got to go to Maman's.

Couldn't you go there tomorrow?

The money l'm going for|won't be ready by tomorrow.

If that's how it is, we shan't go|at all.

- Why not?|- L'm not going later than Monday.

It's Monday or never!

But why?|It makes no sense.

Because you don't care about me!

You can't understand|what my life is like.

But there are necessities|with which we must comply.

You always boast of your uprightness,|so why don't you tell the truth?

You should know I never have boasted.

And I always tell the truth.

I wish you could learn to respect...

Respect... respect...

Respect was invented|to cover up the empty space

left by the absence of love.

Actually, if you no longer love me,

it would be more honest to say so.

Oh! It's getting intolerable!

Why do you try my patience?|It has limits!

What do you mean by that?

I don't understand|what you mean by that.

I mean to say...

What do you want of me, exactly?|Tell me.

What do I want?|What can I want?

Only that you should not desert me|as you wish to do.

I want love, and there is none.

So then... it's over?

It's finished!

Oh, there's a limit|to a man's endurance!

Wait!

Has Madame finished her dinner?

Anna, we'II leave the day after|tomorrow, if you want.

Leave me! Who am I?|I am a depraved woman.

l'II go tomorrow. L'II give you your|freedom. I don't want to torment you.

You don't love me!|You love someone else!

Anna, why do you torture me|and torture yourself?

If you only knew|how desperate I feel!

l'm so afraid... l'm afraid of myself!

What must I do|to make you happy?

Good morning.

It's from Stiva... about the divorce.

He hasn't been able to get a reply|from Alexei Alexandrovich.

There's little hope,|but he'II do whatever he can.

I wish you cared as little about it|as I do.

This interests me because|I like things to be definite.

It's not form but love|that makes things definite.

Why do you want it so much?

l'm certain that your irritability|comes largely from

the indefiniteness of our situation.

That's not the reason.

l'm entirely at your mercy.

There's nothing indefinite about it.|On the contrary.

The indefiniteness consists|in your assuming l'm free.

Oh, don't let that worry you.|Let me reassure you.

l'm not interested in what marriage|your mother may be plotting for you.

- But that's beside the point!|- That's exactly the point!

Anyone who is heartless,|whether she's your mother

or a stranger,|doesn't deserve my attention.

Anna, I ask you not to speak|disrespectfully of my mother.

A woman|who can't feel in her heart

where the happiness of her son|may lie, has no heart.

I ask you once more not to speak so|of my mother whom I respect.

You don't love your mother!|It's only words!

- So we're definitely going tomorrow?|- You are. I am not.

Anna, we can't go on living like this.

You'II regret this, believe me.

Anna!

I had to make up my mind.|I know what to do!

I am so glad to see you.

I should not have been surprised|if you refused to see me.

I am accustomed to it.|I came to say goodbye.

Are you going away?

l've heard so much about you,|from your husband too.

He paid me a visit.|I liked him very much.

- Where is he?|- He... he's gone to the country.

I liked him immensely.

Be sure to remember me to him.

Of course.

Why all these churches?|These bells? These lies?

Only to hide the fact|that we hate each other.

My love grows|more passionate and egoistic,

while his is waning|and that can't be helped.

I don't know these streets.|So many houses...

So many people in them...

No end of them,|and everyone hating everyone else.

Aren't we all thrown into this world|only to hate each other,

and then torture each other?

No, no, it can't go on.

We are growing apart.

I make him unhappy, he makes me|unhappy.

Nothing but lies and falsehood...

All is deceit, all... evil...

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