Anna Karenina - Part 8

Lying on his back, he gazed up now into the high, cloudless sky.

"Do I not know that that is infinite space, and that it is not a

round arch? But, however I screw up my eyes and strain my sight,

I cannot see it not round and not bounded, and in spite of my

knowing about infinite space, I am incontestably right when I see

a solid blue dome, and more right than when I strain my eyes to

see beyond it."

Levin ceased thinking, and only, as it were, listened to

mysterious voices that seemed talking joyfully and earnestly

within him.

"Can this be faith?" he thought, afraid to believe in his

happiness. "My God, I thank Thee!" he said, gulping down his

sobs, and with both hands brushing away the tears that filled his

eyes.