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Levin emptied his glass, and they were silent for a while.
âThereâs one other thing I ought to tell you. Do you know Vronsky?â Stepan Arkadyevitch asked Levin.
âNo, I donât. Why do you ask?â
âGive us another bottle,â Stepan Arkadyevitch directed the Tatar, who was filling up their glasses and fidgeting round them just when he was not wanted.
âWhy you ought to know Vronsky is that heâs one of your rivals.â
âWhoâs Vronsky?â said Levin, and his face was suddenly transformed from the look of childlike ecstasy which Oblonsky had just been admiring to an angry and unpleasant expression.
âVronsky is one of the sons of Count Kirill Ivanovitch Vronsky, and one of the finest specimens of the gilded youth of Petersburg. I made his acquaintance in Tver when I was there on official business, and he came there for the levy of recruits. Fearfully rich, handsome, great connections, an aide-de-camp, and with all that a very nice, good-natured fellow. But heâs more than simply a good-natured fellow, as Iâve found out hereâheâs a cultivated man, too, and very intelligent; heâs a man whoâll make his mark.â
Levin scowled and was dumb.
âWell, he turned up here soon after youâd gone, and as I can see, heâs over head and ears in love with Kitty, and you know that her mother....â
âExcuse me, but I know nothing,â said Levin, frowning gloomily. And immediately he recollected his brother Nikolay and how hateful he was to have been able to forget him.
âYou wait a bit, wait a bit,â said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling and touching his hand. âIâve told you what I know, and I repeat that in this delicate and tender matter, as far as one can conjecture, I believe the chances are in your favor.â
Levin dropped back in his chair; his face was pale.
âBut I would advise you to settle the thing as soon as may be,â pursued Oblonsky, filling up his glass.
âNo, thanks, I canât drink any more,â said Levin, pushing away his glass. âI shall be drunk.... Come, tell me how are you getting on?â he went on, obviously anxious to change the conversation.
âOne word more: in any case I advise you to settle the question soon. Tonight I donât advise you to speak,â said Stepan Arkadyevitch. âGo round tomorrow morning, make an offer in due form, and God bless you....â
âOh, do you still think of coming to me for some shooting? Come next spring, do,â said Levin.
Now his whole soul was full of remorse that he had begun this conversation with Stepan Arkadyevitch. A feeling such as his was profaned by talk of the rivalry of some Petersburg officer, of the suppositions and the counsels of Stepan Arkadyevitch.
Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled. He knew what was passing in Levinâs soul.
âIâll come some day,â he said. âBut women, my boy, theyâre the pivot everything turns upon. Things are in a bad way with me, very bad. And itâs all through women. Tell me frankly now,â he pursued, picking up a cigar and keeping one hand on his glass; âgive me your advice.â
âWhy, what is it?â
âIâll tell you. Suppose youâre married, you love your wife, but youâre fascinated by another woman....â
âExcuse me, but Iâm absolutely unable to comprehend how ... just as I canât comprehend how I could now, after my dinner, go straight to a bakerâs shop and steal a roll.â
Stepan Arkadyevitchâs eyes sparkled more than usual.
âWhy not? A roll will sometimes smell so good one canât resist it.â
âHimmlisch istâs, wenn ich bezwungen
Meine irdische Begier;
Aber doch wennâs nich gelungen
Hattâ ich auch recht hĂŒbsch Plaisir!â
As he said this, Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled subtly. Levin, too, could not help smiling.
âYes, but joking apart,â resumed Stepan Arkadyevitch, âyou must understand that the woman is a sweet, gentle loving creature, poor and lonely, and has sacrificed everything. Now, when the thingâs done, donât you see, can one possibly cast her off? Even supposing one parts from her, so as not to break up oneâs family life, still, can one help feeling for her, setting her on her feet, softening her lot?â
âWell, you must excuse me there. You know to me all women are divided into two classes ... at least no ... truer to say: there are women and there are ... Iâve never seen exquisite fallen beings, and I never shall see them, but such creatures as that painted Frenchwoman at the counter with the ringlets are vermin to my mind, and all fallen women are the same.â
âBut the Magdalen?â
âAh, drop that! Christ would never have said those words if He had known how they would be abused. Of all the Gospel those words are the only ones remembered. However, Iâm not saying so much what I think, as what I feel. I have a loathing for fallen women. Youâre afraid of spiders, and I of these vermin. Most likely youâve not made a study of spiders and donât know their character; and so it is with me.â
âItâs very well for you to talk like that; itâs very much like that gentleman in Dickens who used to fling all difficult questions over his right shoulder. But to deny the facts is no answer. Whatâs to be doneâyou tell me that, whatâs to be done? Your wife gets older, while youâre full of life. Before youâve time to look round, you feel that you canât love your wife with love, however much you may esteem her. And then all at once love turns up, and youâre done for, done for,â Stepan Arkadyevitch said with weary despair.
Levin half smiled.
âYes, youâre done for,â resumed Oblonsky. âBut whatâs to be done?â
âDonât steal rolls.â
Stepan Arkadyevitch laughed outright.
âOh, moralist! But you must understand, there are two women; one insists only on her rights, and those rights are your love, which you canât give her; and the other sacrifices everything for you and asks for nothing. What are you to do? How are you to act? Thereâs a fearful tragedy in it.â
âIf you care for my profession of faith as regards that, Iâll tell you that I donât believe there was any tragedy about it. And this is why. To my mind, love ... both the sorts of love, which you remember Plato defines in his Banquet, served as the test of men. Some men only understand one sort, and some only the other. And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy. âIâm much obliged for the gratification, my humble respectsââthatâs all the tragedy. And in platonic love there can be no tragedy, because in that love all is clear and pure, because....â
At that instant Levin recollected his own sins and the inner conflict he had lived through. And he added unexpectedly:
âBut perhaps you are right. Very likely ... I donât know, I donât know.â
âItâs this, donât you see,â said Stepan Arkadyevitch, âyouâre very much all of a piece. Thatâs your strong point and your failing. You have a character thatâs all of a piece, and you want the whole of life to be of a piece tooâbut thatâs not how it is. You despise public official work because you want the reality to be invariably corresponding all the while with the aimâand thatâs not how it is. You want a manâs work, too, always to have a defined aim, and love and family life always to be undividedâand thatâs not how it is. All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.â
Levin sighed and made no reply. He was thinking of his own affairs, and did not hear Oblonsky.
And suddenly both of them felt that though they were friends, though they had been dining and drinking together, which should have drawn them closer, yet each was thinking only of his own affairs, and they had nothing to do with one another. Oblonsky had more than once experienced this extreme sense of aloofness, instead of intimacy, coming on after dinner, and he knew what to do in such cases.
âBill!â he called, and he went into the next room where he promptly came across an aide-de-camp of his acquaintance and dropped into conversation with him about an actress and her protector. And at once in the conversation with the aide-de-camp Oblonsky had a sense of relaxation and relief after the conversation with Levin, which always put him to too great a mental and spiritual strain.
When the Tatar appeared with a bill for twenty-six roubles and odd kopecks, besides a tip for himself, Levin, who would another time have been horrified, like anyone from the country, at his share of fourteen roubles, did not notice it, paid, and set off homewards to dress and go to the Shtcherbatskysâ there to decide his fate.