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Greeting and saying a few words to everyone, he sat down without once glancing at Levin, who had never taken his eyes off him. "Let me introduce you," said the princess, indicating Levin. "Konstantin Dmitrievitch Levin, Count Alexey Kirillovitch Vronsky." Vronsky got up and, looking cordially at Levin, shook hands with him.
The silky grass with its ripe seeds came almost to his waist in the dampest spots. Crossing the meadow, Konstantin Levin came out onto the road, and met an old man with a swollen eye, carrying a skep on his shoulder. "What? taken a stray swarm, Fomitch?" he asked. "No, indeed, Konstantin Dmitrich! All we can do to keep our own!
She saw, too, how coldly her father responded at last to Vronsky's bow, and how Vronsky looked with amiable perplexity at her father, as though trying and failing to understand how and why anyone could be hostilely disposed towards him, and she flushed. "Prince, let us have Konstantin Dmitrievitch," said Countess Nordston; "we want to try an experiment." "What experiment?
'This is not the place to sing, Kuprya replied firmly; 'this is the manor counting-house. 'And what's that to do with you? you've got your eye on a place as clerk, eh? answered Konstantin with a coarse laugh. 'That's what it is! 'Everything rests with the mistress, observed the poor wretch. 'There, that's what he's got his eye on! a fellow like him! oo! oo! a!
In the dining room he was met by Konstantin Levin. "I'm not late?" "You can never help being late!" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, taking his arm. "Have you a lot of people? Who's here?" asked Levin, unable to help blushing, as he knocked the snow off his cap with his glove. "All our own set. Kitty's here. Come along, I'll introduce you to Karenin."
There's only one thing.... What did you come to me for? You look down on this, and you're welcome to, and go away, in God's name go away!" he shrieked, getting up from his chair. "And go away, and go away!" "I don't look down on it at all," said Konstantin Levin timidly. "I don't even dispute it." At that instant Marya Nikolaevna came back. Nikolay Levin looked round angrily at her.
"Dear Grandfather Konstantin Makarych," he wrote, "I am writing you a letter. I wish you a Happy Christmas and all God's holy best. I have no mamma or papa, you are all I have." Vanka gave a look towards the window in which shone the reflection of his candle, and vividly pictured to himself his grandfather, Konstantin Makarych, who was night-watchman at Messrs. Zhivarev.
The woman rose, came out from behind the screen, and saw Konstantin. "There's some gentleman, Nikolay Dmitrievitch," she said. "Whom do you want?" said the voice of Nikolay Levin, angrily. "It's I," answered Konstantin Levin, coming forward into the light. "Who's I?" Nikolay's voice said again, still more angrily.
The old prince sat in silence, his bright little eyes watching Karenin from one side, and Stepan Arkadyevitch saw that he had already formed a phrase to sum up that politician of whom guests were invited to partake as though he were a sturgeon. Kitty was looking at the door, calling up all her energies to keep her from blushing at the entrance of Konstantin Levin.
"I ask you who you are?" repeated Dymov. "I?" said the unknown, starting. "Konstantin Zvonik from Rovno. It's three miles from here." And anxious to show straight off that he was not quite an ordinary peasant, but something better, Konstantin hastened to add: "We keep bees and fatten pigs." "Do you live with your father or in a house of your own?" "No; now I am living in a house of my own.
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