Before Vronsky's departure for the elections, Anna had reflected that the scenes constantly repeated between them each time he left home might only make him cold to her instead of attaching him to her, and resolved to do all she could to control herself so as to bear the parting with composure. But the cold, severe glance with which he had looked at her when he came to tell her he was going had wounded her, and before he had started her peace of mind was destroyed. .http://www.vereo.eu/.
In solitude, later, thinking over that glance which had expressed his right to freedom, she came, as she always did, to the same point - the sense of her own humiliation. `He has the right to go away when and where he chooses. Not simply to go away, but to leave me. He has every right, and I have none. But knowing that, he ought not to do it. What has he done, though?... He looked at me with a cold, severe expression. Of course that is something indefinable, impalpable, but it has never been so before, and that glance means a great deal,' she thought. `That glance shows the beginning of coolness.' .http://www.vereo.eu/.
And though she felt sure that a coolness was beginning, there was nothing she could do; she could not in any way alter her relations to him. Just as before, only by love and by charm could she keep him. And so, just as before, only by occupation in the day, by morphine at night, could she stifle the fearful thought of what would come if he ceased to love her. It is true there was still one means; not to keep him - for that she wanted nothing more than his love - but to be nearer to him, to be in such a position that he would not leave her. That means was divorce and marriage. And she began to long for that, and made up her mind to agree to it the first time he or Stiva approached her on the subject. .http://www.vereo.eu/.
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Walks, conversation with Princess Varvara, visits to the hospital, and, most of all, reading - reading of one book after another - filled up her time. But on the sixth day, when the coachman came back without him, and she felt that now she was utterly incapable of stifling the thought of him and of what he was doing there - just at that time her little girl was taken ill. Anna began to look after her, but even that did not distract her mind, especially as the illness was not serious. However hard she tried, she could not love this little child, and to feign love was beyond her powers. Toward the evening of that day, still alone, Anna was in such a panic about him that she decided to start for the town, but on second thought wrote him the contradictory letter that Vronsky received, and, without reading it through, sent it off by a special messenger. The next morning she received his letter and regretted her own. She dreaded a repetition of the severe look he had flung at her at parting, especially when he would learn that the baby was not dangerously ill. But still, she was glad she had written to him. By now Anna was admitting to herself that she was a burden to him, that he would relinquish his freedom regretfully to return to her, and in spite of that she was glad he was coming. Let him weary of her, but he would be here with her, so that she would see him, would know of every action he took. .bvlgari rings replica.
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`What am I to do? I couldn't sleep.... My thoughts prevented me. When he's here I never take it - hardly ever.'
He told her about the election, and Anna knew how by adroit questions to bring him to what gave him most pleasure - his own success. She told him of everything that interested him at home; and all that she told him was of the most cheerful description.
But late in the evening, when they were alone, Anna, seeing that she had regained complete possession of him, wanted to erase the painful impression of the glance he had given her for her letter. She said:
`Tell me frankly, you were vexed at getting my letter, and you didn't believe me?'
As soon as she had said it, she felt that however warm his feelings were to her, he had not forgiven her for that.
`Yes,' he said, `the letter was so strange. First, Annie ill, and then you thought of coming yourself.'
`It was all the truth.'
`Oh, I don't doubt it.'
`Yes, you do doubt it. You are vexed, I see.'
`Not for one moment. I'm only vexed, that's true, that you seem somehow unwilling to admit that there are duties...'
`The duty of going to a concert....'
`But we won't talk about it,' he said.
`Why not talk about it?' she said.
`I only meant to say that matters of real importance may turn up. Now, for instance, I shall have to go to Moscow to arrange about the house.... Oh, Anna, why are you so irritable? Don't you know that I can't live without you?'
`If so,' said Anna, her voice suddenly changing, `it means that you are sick of this life.... Yes, you will come for a day and go away, as men do....'
`Anna, that's cruel. I am ready to give up my whole life.'
But she did not hear him.
`If you go to Moscow, I will go too. I will not stay here. Either we must separate or else live together.'
`Why, you know, that's my one desire. But to do that...'
`We must get a divorce. I will write to him. I see I cannot go on like this.... But I will come with you to Moscow.'
`You talk as if you were threatening me. But I desire nothing so much as never to be parted from you,' said Vronsky, smiling.
But as he said these words there gleamed in his eyes not merely a cold look, but the vindictive look of a man persecuted and made cruel.
She saw the look and correctly divined its meaning.
`And, if things have come to such a pass, it's a calamity!' that glance told her. It was a moment's impression, but she never forgot it.
Anna wrote to her husband asking him about a divorce, and toward the end of November, taking leave of Princess Varvara, who wanted to go to Peterburg, she went with Vronsky to Moscow. Expecting every day an answer from Alexei Alexandrovich, and after that the divorce, they now established themselves together, like married people.
? Leo Tolstoy