Anna came in with hanging head, playing with the tassels of her

hood. Her face was brilliant and glowing; but this glow was not

one of brightness; it suggested the fearful glow of a

conflagration in the midst of a dark night. On seeing her

husband, Anna raised her head and smiled, as though she had just

waked up.

"You're not in bed? What a wonder!" she said, letting fall her

hood, and without stopping, she went on into the dressing room.

"It's late, Alexey Alexandrovitch," she said, when she had gone

through the doorway.

"Anna, it's necessary for me to have a talk with you."

"With me?" she said, wonderingly. She came out from behind the

door of the dressing room, and looked at him. "Why, what is it?

What about?" she asked, sitting down. "Well, let's talk, if it's

so necessary. But it would be better to get to sleep."

Anna said what came to her lips, and marveled, hearing herself,

at her own capacity for lying. How simple and natural were her

words, and how likely that she was simply sleepy! She felt

herself clad in an impenetrable armor of falsehood. She felt

that some unseen force had come to her aid and was supporting

her.

"Anna, I must warn you," he began.

"Warn me?" she said. "Of what?"

She looked at him so simply, so brightly, that anyone who did

not know her as her husband knew her could not have noticed

anything unnatural, either in the sound or the sense of her

words. But to him, knowing her, knowing that whenever he went to

bed five minutes later than usual, she noticed it, and asked him

the reason; to him, knowing that every joy, every pleasure and

pain that she felt she communicated to him at once; to him, now

to see that she did not care to notice his state of mind, that

she did not care to say a word about herself, meant a great deal.

He saw that the inmost recesses of her soul, that had always

hitherto lain open before him, were closed against him. More

than that, he saw from her tone that she was not even perturbed

at that, but as it were said straight out to him: "Yes, it's shut

up, and so it must be, and will be in future." Now he

experienced a feeling such as a man might have, returning home

and finding his own house locked up. "But perhaps the key may

yet be found," thought Alexey Alexandrovitch.




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