"But why are you going? Do stay a little."

Levin stayed to tea; but his good-humor had vanished, and he felt

ill at ease.

After tea he went out into the hall to order his horses to be put

in, and, when he came back, he found Darya Alexandrovna greatly

disturbed, with a troubled face, and tears in her eyes. While

Levin had been outside, an incident had occurred which had

utterly shattered all the happiness she had been feeling that

day, and her pride in her children. Grisha and Tanya had been

fighting over a ball. Darya Alexandrovna, hearing a scream in

the nursery, ran in and saw a terrible sight. Tanya was pulling

Grisha's hair, while he, with a face hideous with rage, was

beating her with his fists wherever he could get at her.

Something snapped in Darya Alexandrovna's heart when she saw

this. It was as if darkness had swooped down upon her life; she

felt that these children of hers, that she was so proud of, were

not merely most ordinary, but positively bad, ill-bred children,

with coarse, brutal propensities--wicked children.

She could not talk or think of anything else, and she could not

speak to Levin of her misery.

Levin saw she was unhappy and tried to comfort her, saying that

it showed nothing bad, that all children fight; but, even as he

said it, he was thinking in his heart: "No, I won't be

artificial and talk French with my children; but my children

won't be like that. All one has to do is not spoil children, not

to distort their nature, and they'll be delightful. No, my

children won't be like that."

He said good-bye and drove away, and she did not try to keep him.




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