Anna Karenina - Part 3

She recalled the words from the letter. "You can conjecture what

awaits you and your son...." "That's a threat to take away my

child, and most likely by their stupid law he can. But I know

very well why he says it. He doesn't believe even in my love for

my child, or he despises it (just as he always used to ridicule

it). He despises that feeling in me, but he knows that I won't

abandon my child, that I can't abandon my child, that there

could be no life for me without my child, even with him whom I

love; but that if I abandoned my child and ran away from him, I

should be acting like the most infamous, basest of women. He

knows that, and knows that I am incapable of doing that."

She recalled another sentence in the letter. "Our life must go

on as it has done in the past...." "That life was miserable

enough in the old days; it has been awful of late. What will it

be now? And he knows all that; he knows that I can't repent that

I breathe, that I love; he knows that it can lead to nothing but

lying and deceit; but he wants to go on torturing me. I know

him; I know that he's at home and is happy in deceit, like a fish

swimming in the water. No, I won't give him that happiness.

I'll break through the spiderweb of lies in which he wants to

catch me, come what may. Anything's better than lying and

deceit.

"But how? My God! my God! Was ever a woman so miserable as I

am?..."

"No; I will break through it, I will break through it!" she

cried, jumping up and keeping back her tears. And she went to

the writing table to write him another letter. But at the bottom

of her heart she felt that she was not strong enough to break

through anything, that she was not strong enough to get out of

her old position, however false and dishonorable it might be.

She sat down at the writing table, but instead of writing she

clasped her hands on the table, and, laying her head on them,

burst into tears, with sobs and heaving breast like a child

crying. She was weeping that her dream of her position being

made clear and definite had been annihilated forever. She knew

beforehand that everything would go on in the old way, and far

worse, indeed, than in the old way. She felt that the position

in the world that she enjoyed, and that had seemed to her of so

little consequence in the morning, that this position was

precious to her, that she would not have the strength to exchange

it for the shameful position of a woman who has abandoned husband

and child to join her lover; that however much she might

struggle, she could not be stronger than herself. She would

never know freedom in love, but would remain forever a guilty

wife, with the menace of detection hanging over her at every

instant; deceiving her husband for the sake of a shameful

connection with a man living apart and away from her, whose life

she could never share. She knew that this was how it would be,

and at the same time it was so awful that she could not even

conceive what it would end in. And she cried without restraint,

as children cry when they are punished.