| PART 1
Chapter 26
 In the morning Konstantin Levin left Moscow, and towards evening
 he reached home.  On the journey in the train he talked to his
 neighbors about politics and the new railways, and, just as in
 Moscow, he was overcome by a sense of confusion of ideas,
 dissatisfaction with himself, shame of something or other.  But
 when he got out at his own station, when he saw his one-eyed
 coachman, Ignat, with the collar of his coat turned up; when, in
 the dim light reflected by the station fires, he saw his own
 sledge, his own horses with their tails tied up, in their harness
 trimmed with rings and tassels; when the coachman Ignat, as he
 put in his luggage, told him the village news, that the
 contractor had arrived, and that Pava had calved,--he felt that
 little by little the confusion was clearing up, and the shame and
 self-dissatisfaction were passing away.  He felt this at the mere
 sight of Ignat and the horses; but when he had put on the
 sheepskin brought for him, had sat down wrapped in the sledge,
 and had driven off pondering on the work that lay before him in
 the village, and staring at the side-horse, that had been his
 saddle-horse, past his prime now, but a spirited beast from the
 Don, he began to see what had happened to him in quite a
 different light.  He felt himself, and did not want to be any one
 else.  All he wanted now was to be better than before.  In the
 first place he resolved that from that day he would give up
 hoping for any extraordinary happiness, such as marriage must
 have given him, and consequently he would not so disdain what he
 really had.  Secondly, he would never again let himself give way
 to low passion, the memory of which had so tortured him when he
 had been making up his mind to make an offer.  Then remembering
 his brother Nikolay, he resolved to himself that he would never
 allow himself to forget him, that he would follow him up, and not
 lose sight of him, so as to be ready to help when things should
 go ill with him.  And that would be soon, he felt.  Then, too,
 his brother's talk of communism, which he had treated so lightly
 at the time, now made him think.  He considered a revolution in
 economic conditions nonsense.  But he always felt the injustice
 of his own abundance in comparison with the poverty of the
 peasants, and now he determined that so as to feel quite in the
 right, though he had worked hard and lived by no means
 luxuriously before, he would now work still harder, and would
 allow himself even less luxury.  And all this seemed to him so
 easy a conquest over himself that he spent the whole drive in the
 pleasantest daydreams.  With a resolute feeling of hope in a new,
 better life, he reached home before nine o'clock at night. |