Anna Karenina - Part 3

Levin had long before made the observation that when one is

uncomfortable with people from their being excessively amenable

and meek, one is apt very soon after to find things intolerable

from their touchiness and irritability. He felt that this was

how it would be with his brother. And his brother Nikolay's

gentleness did in fact not last out for long. The very next

morning he began to be irritable, and seemed doing his best to

find fault with his brother, attacking him on his tenderest

points.

Levin felt himself to blame, and could not set things right. He

felt that if they had both not kept up appearances, but had

spoken, as it is called, from the heart--that is to say, had

said only just what they were thinking and feeling--they would

simply have looked into each other's faces, and Konstantin could

only have said, "You're dying, you're dying!" and Nikolay could

only have answered, "I know I'm dying, but I'm afraid, I'm

afraid, I'm afraid!" And they could have said nothing more, if

they had said only what was in their hearts. But life like that

was impossible, and so Konstantin tried to do what he had been

trying to do all his life, and never could learn to do, though,

as far as he could observe, many people knew so well how to do

it, and without it there was no living at all. He tried to say

what he was not thinking, but he felt continually that it had a

ring of falsehood, that his brother detected him in it, and was

exasperated at it.

The third day Nikolay induced his brother to explain his plan to

him again, and began not merely attacking it, but intentionally

confounding it with communism.

"You've simply borrowed an idea that's not your own, but you've

distorted it, and are trying to apply it where it's not

applicable."

"But I tell you it's nothing to do with it. They deny the

justice of property, of capital, of inheritance, while I do not

deny this chief stimulus." (Levin felt disgusted himself at

using such expressions, but ever since he had been engrossed by

his work, he had unconsciously come more and more frequently to

use words not Russian.) "All I want is to regulate labor."

"Which means, you've borrowed an idea, stripped it of all that

gave it its force, and want to make believe that it's something

new," said Nikolay, angrily tugging at his necktie.

"But my idea has nothing in common..."

"That, anyway," said Nikolay Levin, with an ironical smile, his

eyes flashing malignantly, "has the charm of--what's one to call

it?--geometrical symmetry, of clearness, of definiteness. It

may be a Utopia. But if once one allows the possibility of

making of all the past a _tabula rasa_--no property, no family--

then labor would organize itself. But you gain nothing..."