Anna karenin's 3000-word excerpt.

Happy families are all alike; Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Everything in Aublanc's house is in chaos. The wife found out that her husband was having an affair with their former French governess, and she declared to her husband that she could no longer live in the same room with him. This state has lasted for three days, not only the husband and wife, but also their whole family and servants have suffered greatly. Everyone in the family feels that living together is boring, and people who meet by chance in any inn are more congenial than them, Oblonsky's family and servants. The wife never leaves the room, the husband is not at home for three days, and the children run around the house like they are out of control. The English governess had a quarrel with the housekeeper and wrote a letter to her friend. Please find her a new position.

Yesterday, when we had dinner, the chef had just left, and both the chef and the driver resigned.

On the third day after the quarrel, the Duke Stepan Al-Katik Oblonsky-whose name is Steva in the communication world-woke up at the usual time at eight o'clock in the morning, not in his wife's bedroom, but on the bronze sofa in his study. He turned his fat and well-maintained body over on the elastic sofa, as if he were going to sleep again. He held a pillow and pressed his face tightly against it. But he suddenly jumped up, sat on the sofa and opened his eyes.

"Oh, oh, what's the matter?" He wanted to relive his dream. "What's the matter, yes! Alabin treats guests in darmstadt; No, not darmstadt, but somewhere in the United States. Yes, darmstadt is in America. Yes, Alabin invited guests at the glass table. Everyone here sang Ilmiotesoro, but not Ilmiotesoro, but better than that. There are some small wine bottles on the table. They were all women, "he recalled.

(1) darmstadt, a city in West Germany today.

② Italian: My baby.

Stepan Al-Katic's eyes shone with happiness, and he smiled and thought. "Oh, that's interesting." There are still many things that have a taste, but unfortunately I can't say it when I wake up, and I can't even express my meaning. "Then he saw a ray of sunshine coming in from the edge of the screen window curtain. He happily spread his feet along the sofa and searched for his slippers with his feet. They were tanned golden and embroidered with his wife's flowers, which was a gift from his wife on his birthday last year. According to his habit for nine years, when he doesn't get up every day, he reaches into the place where he often hangs his dressing gown in the bedroom. It suddenly occurred to me that he didn't sleep in his wife's room, so why didn't he sleep in the study? The smile disappeared from his face and he frowned.

"Alas, alas, alas!" He sighed and recalled what had happened. Every detail of his quarrel with his wife, his inevitable situation and, worst of all, his own fault reappeared in his mind.

"Yes, she won't forgive me, and she can't forgive me! Worst of all, it's all my fault-all my fault; But you can't blame me The tragedy is coming! " He mused. "Alas, alas, alas!" He remembered the extreme pain caused by the noise and lamented himself in despair.

The most unpleasant thing is the first moment. When he happily came back from the theater with a big pear for his wife, he didn't find her in the living room. To his great surprise, he didn't find her in the study, but he finally found her in the bedroom with that unlucky letter that leaked everything.

She, Dolly, is always busy and anxious. In his view, she is simple-minded and motionless, holding a letter in her hand and looking at his fear, despair and anger.

"What is this? This? " She asked, pointing to the letter.

In retrospect, Stepan Al-Katic, as usual, felt that the incident itself was not as distressing as his attitude when he answered his wife's words.

At that moment, what happens when the disgraceful behavior of ordinary people is suddenly exposed to him. When his mistake was exposed, he failed to adapt his face to his position in front of his wife. He didn't feel wronged, didn't deny it, didn't defend himself, didn't ask for forgiveness, and didn't even care-everything was better than what he did-but his expression was completely involuntary (Stepan Al Katik liked physiology, which he thought was a reflection of brain nerves)-completely involuntary, and his usual, kind and stupid smile suddenly emerged.

Dolly is the English name of his wife Daria.

(2) Not long before Anna karenin was written, Professor Sechinov, the author of Brain Nerve Reflex, was having a heated debate with other scientists in a Russian magazine. Oblonsky, who had little knowledge of this kind of thing, easily remembered this term, which shows that this controversy once attracted the full attention of the public at that time.

He can't forgive himself for this stupid smile. Seeing that smile, Dolly trembled all over, as if she felt physical pain. With her unique anger, she blurted out a series of cruel words and rushed out of the room. After that, she didn't want to see her husband.

"It's all because of that stupid smile," thought Stepan Al Katic.

"But what should we do? What should we do? " He said to himself in despair that he could not find the answer.

two

Stepan Al Katic is a man who is loyal to himself. He can't deceive himself, nor can he convince himself to regret his behavior. He is a 34-year-old beautiful and affectionate man. His wife is only one year younger than him, and he is already the mother of five living children and two dead children. He doesn't love her, which he doesn't regret now. He regrets that he didn't cheat his wife well. But he felt all the difficulties in his situation and felt sorry for his wife, children and himself. If he had expected that the news would have such an effect on his wife, he might have found a way to hide his sins from her. He has never thought clearly about this question, but he vaguely feels that his wife has long suspected that he is unfaithful to her, and she just pretends not to see it. He even thinks that she is just a good wife and mother, a tired and aging woman, no longer young, no longer beautiful and unobtrusive, and should be lenient to him out of fairness. The result is just the opposite.

"Oh, that's terrible! Terrible! " Stepan Al Katic was talking to himself and couldn't think of any way. "Everything was so smooth before! How happy we are; She feels satisfied and happy because of her children; I never interfere with her anything; Take care of the children and housework as she wants. Naturally, unfortunately, she is a tutor in our family. That's terrible! Hanging out with the governess at home is a bit vulgar and obscene. But what a beautiful tutor! He vividly recalls Miss Roland's mischievous black eyes and her smile. But after all, when she was in our house, I never dared to be presumptuous. Worst of all, she ... seems to be her destiny! Alas, alas! But how, what should I do? "

There is no answer except the general answer to all the most complicated and difficult questions given by life. The answer is: people must live in daily needs-that is, forget everything. It is impossible to forget the sorrow in sleep now, at least at night; Now he can't go back to the music sung by the bottle woman; So he had to drown his sorrows in a daytime dream.

"Let's wait and see," Stepan Al Katic said to himself. He stood up, put on a gray dressing gown lined with blue silk, tied his belt in a knot and took a deep breath into his broad chest. He spread his splayed feet, walked lightly with a fat body and walked to the window at his usual steady pace. He opened the blinds and rang the doorbell hard. Matvei, his trusted servant, appeared at once, bringing his clothes, boots and telegram. The barber came in after Matvei, with a haircut appliance in his hand.

"Is there an official document in the yamen?" Stepan Al Katic asked, took the telegram and sat down in front of the mirror.

"On the table," Matvei replied, glancing at his master sympathetically and inquiringly; After a pause, with a sly smile on his face, he added, "Someone went to see the owner of the carriage."

Stepan al-Katic didn't answer, just caught a glimpse of Matvei in the mirror. It can be seen from the eyes they exchanged in the mirror that they know each other very well. Stepan Al Katic's eyes seemed to ask, "Why did you tell me this? Don't you know? "

Matvei reached into his coat pocket and put out a foot, staring at his master silently, kindly and with a smile.

"I told them to come back on Sunday and not to disturb you or themselves until then," he said, apparently prepared this sentence in advance.

Stepan Al Katic saw that Matvei wanted to play a joke and draw people's attention to himself. He opened the telegram and read it again, speculating on the words that are often misspelled in the telegram, and his face lit up.

"Matvei, my sister Anna Alkadyev is coming tomorrow," he said, gesturing for the barber's smooth and plump hand to stop for a while. He is shaving a red particle from the middle of his long curly beard.

"Thank God!" Matvei said that this answer shows that he understands the great significance of this visit like the host, that is, his favorite sister Anna Alkadyev may promote the reconciliation between husband and wife.

"Alone or with her husband?" Matvei asked.

Stepan Al Katic couldn't answer, because the barber was shaving his upper lip, so he held up a finger. Matvei nodded in front of the mirror.

"A person. Do you want to tidy up a room upstairs? "

"Tell Daria Alexandrov that she will."

"Daria Alexandrov?" Matvei repeated suspiciously.

"Yes, go and tell her. Holding a telegram; Give it to her and do as she says. "

"Are you going to have a try?" Matvei know, but he only said:

"Yes, sir."

When Matvei slowly walked back to the room with squeaky boots and a telegram, Stepan Al Katic had washed his face, combed his hair and was ready to get dressed. The barber has left.

"Daria Aleksandrov na wants me to tell you that she is leaving. Let him-that is, you-do what you like, "he said, with only a smile in his eyes, and then put his hand in his pocket, cocked his head and squinted at his master.

Stepan Al Katic was silent for a moment. Then, a gentle and sad smile appeared on his beautiful face.

"Uh, Matvei?" He shook his head and said.

"Never mind, Sir; Things will get better. " Matvei said.

"Will it be all right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you think so? Who is here? " Stepan al-Katic asked when he heard the voice of a woman wearing clothes outside the door.

"I," said a firm and happy woman's voice, and the cold pockmarked face of nurse Matrina Filimonov came in from behind the door.

"Oh, what is it, Matrina?" Stepan Al Katic came up to her and asked.

Although Stepan Al Katic is useless in front of his wife, and he feels it himself, almost everyone in the family (even Daria Alek Sandrov's confidant, including the wet nurse) is on his side.

"Oh, what is it?" He asked sadly.

"Go to her, Sir, and admit your mistake again. God will help you. She is so miserable that she is sad to see her; Everything at home is in a mess. Sir, you should pity these children. Admit your mistake, my Lord. There is no way! If you want to be happy, you must ... "

"But she won't see me."

"Do your duty. God is kind. Pray to God, sir. Pray to God. "

"Well, you go," Stepan Al Katic said, suddenly blushing. "Hey, get dressed for me." He turned to Matvei and said, resolutely took off his dressing gown.

Matvei raised his shirt like a horse's neck yoke, blowing away some invisible black spots. He put it on his master's well-maintained body with an obvious happy expression.

three

Stepan Al Katic got dressed, sprinkled some perfume on his body, straightened the cuffs of his shirt, put cigarettes, pocket books, matches and watches with double chains and pendants into his pockets as usual, and then shook off his handkerchief. Although he is unfortunate, he feels refreshed, fragrant, healthy and comfortable. He walked into the restaurant with his legs swaying slightly, and his coffee was waiting for him there, with letters and letters beside him.

He reads letters. There is a very unpleasant letter from a businessman who wants to buy a forest on his wife's property. It is absolutely necessary to sell the forest. But now, before he and his wife make up, this issue can't be discussed. The most unpleasant thing is that his economic interests will involve an urgent reconciliation with his wife. The thought that he would be affected by this interest and make peace with his wife in order to sell the forest made him very unhappy.

Stepan Al-Katic read the letter, pulled the official document from the yamen to the front, quickly read two official documents, made some marks with a thick pencil, pushed the official document aside and took the coffee; While drinking coffee, he opened the wet morning paper and began to read.

Stepan Al-Katic subscribed to a liberal newspaper, not an extremely liberal newspaper, but a newspaper that represents the opinions of most people. Although he is not particularly interested in science, art and politics, he insists on agreeing with most people and his newspaper on all these issues. Only when most people changed their views did he change, or more strictly speaking, he didn't change, but the view itself changed unconsciously in his mind.

Stepan Al Katic did not choose his political views and opinions; These political opinions and opinions came to him automatically, just as he did not choose the style of hat and coat, but only wore clothes that everyone wore. Living in high society, he-because he is mature as an adult and needs some kind of spiritual activity-must have an opinion just as he must have a hat. If it is reasonable to say that he loves liberalism more than the conservative views held by many people around him, it is not because he thinks liberalism is more reasonable, but because liberalism is more suitable for his lifestyle. The Liberal Party says that everything in Russia is not good. In fact, Stepan Al Katic was heavily in debt and short of funds. The Liberal Party says that marriage is a completely outdated system and must be reformed. However, family life didn't bring much fun to Stepan Arkadi, and forced him to lie, which was totally against his nature. The liberal party said, or more precisely, implied that the function of religion was only to restrain the savage class among the people; On the other hand, Stepan Arcadi stood at the back, his legs ached even after a short week of worship. He wanted to know what value it was to talk about the afterlife with all these terrible and exaggerated words, because he had such a happy life in this world. Moreover, Stepan Alkadi, who loves to tell jokes, often likes to say that if a person wants to praise his ancestors, he should not stop at Ryurik, but acknowledge his ancestors-monkeys. He likes to embarrass honest people with such words. In this way, the tendency of liberalism became the habit of Stepan Al Katic. He likes his newspaper as much as he likes to smoke a cigar after dinner, because the newspaper has spread a faint fog in his mind. He read the editorial, which held that in this era, clamoring for radicalism is in danger of engulfing all conservatives, and clamoring for the government to take appropriate measures to put out the scourge of revolution is meaningless; On the contrary, "in our view, the danger lies not in the evil of the imaginary revolution, but in the rut that hinders progress", and so on. He read another paper on finance, which mentioned Bentham and Miller and satirized a government department. With his unique agility, he understood the meaning of every innuendo, guessed where it came from, for whom, and for what motive; As usual, this gave him some satisfaction.

(1) Ryukyu and Rick (died in 879), the founder of Russia, the ancestor of lyric dynasty (869- 1598).

(2) Bentham (1748- 1832), a British bourgeois jurist, ethicist and a representative figure of utilitarianism. Miller (1806- 1372) is a British philosopher, political activist and economist. He approached bentham's utilitarianism in ethics.

But today, this satisfaction was destroyed by Matrena Filimonov's advice and the unsatisfactory state of the family. I also read in the newspaper the legend that Earl ① went to Wiesbaden ②, and saw the advertisements for treating white hair, selling light carriages and a young man looking for a job. But these news reports did not give him a calm and ironic satisfaction as usual.

Count Best (1809- 1886), Prime Minister of Austria-Hungary, political opponent of Bismarck.

Wiesbaden, a city in western Germany, is a hot spring resort on the Rhine River.

After reading the newspaper and drinking the second cup of coffee and bread and butter, he stood up and brushed the crumbs off his vest. Then, he straightened his broad chest and smiled happily, not because there was anything particularly pleasant in his heart-a happy smile was caused by good digestion.

But this happy smile immediately reminded him of everything and he became thoughtful again.

You can hear the voices of two children outside the door (Stepan Arkadi? recognized the voices of his little boy Grisha and his eldest daughter Tania). They were fiddling with something and knocked it over.

"I told you not to let passengers sit on the roof." The little girl shouted in English, "Pick it up!"

"Everything is in a mess," thought Stepan Al Katic. "The children were running around unaccompanied." He went to the door to call them. They left the box to take the train and came to their father.

The little girl, her father's baby, rushed in, hugged him, hung around his neck, with a smile on her face. She always likes to smell the familiar fragrance from his beard. Finally, the little girl kissed his red face shining with love, and let go of her hands to run, but her father held her back.

"How's mom?" He asked, stroking his daughter's smooth and soft neck. "Hello," he said with a smile to the boy who came to meet him.

He realized that he didn't love the boy very much, but he always tried to treat him equally. But the boy felt this and didn't smile at his father's cold smile.

"mom? She's up, "the girl replied.

Stepan Al Katic sighed. "So she stayed up all night," he thought.

"Oh, is she happy?"

The little girl will be unhappy when she knows that her father and mother have quarreled, and her father must know that he is just pretending to ask casually. So she blushed for her father. He noticed at once and blushed.

"I don't know," she said. "She didn't say we were going to class, she just said we were going to grandma's house with Miss Guli."

"Oh, go, Tania, my baby. Oh, wait a minute! " He said, hugging her tightly and stroking her soft little hand.

He took out a small box of candy from the fireplace that was put there yesterday, picked out her favorite, and gave her two pieces, a chocolate and a fudge.

"For Grisha?" The little girl pointed to the chocolate and said.

"Yes, yes." Touch her little shoulder again, kiss her hair roots and neck, and let her go.

"The carriage is ready," said Matvei, "but someone wants to see you about the petition."

"Have you been here long?" Stepan al Katic asked.

"Half an hour."

"How many times have I told you? Let me know as soon as someone comes! "

"At least let you finish your coffee," Matvei said. His voice was rude and sincere, which made people angry.

"So, invite the man in at once," Aublanc said, frowning angrily.

The petitioner, the widowed wife of Captain Gary Ning of the General Staff, came to ask for an impossible and unreasonable thing; But Stepan Al-Katic asked her to sit down as usual, listened to her carefully, did not interrupt her, and gave her detailed instructions on how and to whom to ask questions. He even wrote a letter for her with his thick, loose, beautiful and clear handwriting, and wrote it nimbly and fluently to someone who could help her. After seeing off the widowed wife of the Chief of Staff, Stepan Al-Katic picked up his hat and stopped to think if he had forgotten anything. He seems to have forgotten nothing except his wife, whom he wants to forget.

"Oh, yes!" He hung his head with a distressed expression on his beautiful face.

"Go or not?" He said to himself; And his inner voice told him not to go, so there would be no side effects except fraud; It is impossible to improve and make up their relationship, because it is impossible to make her attractive again, and it is impossible to make him an old man who can't fall in love. Now there will be no side effects except cheating and lying; Deception and lying go against his nature.

"But sooner or later; It won't work, "he said, trying to summon up courage. He straightened his chest, took out a cigarette, took two puffs, threw it into a mother-of-pearl shell ashtray, then walked quickly through the living room and opened another door leading to his wife's bedroom.