Stepan Arkadyevitch’s eyes twinkled gaily, and he pondered with a smile.

Yes, Alabin was giving a dinner on glass tables, and the tables sang, Il mio tesoro–not Il mio tesoro though, but something better, and there were some sort of little decanters on the table, and they were women, too,” he remembered. “Now, how was it? To be sure! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt no, not Darmstadt, but something American. “Yes, yes, how was it now?” he thought, going over his dream. He turned over his stout, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes. Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky–Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world– woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o’clock in the morning, not in his wife’s bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study. The children ran wild all over the house the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her the man-cook had walked off the day before just at dinner time the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given warning. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. Every person in the house felt that there was so sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. Happy families are all alike every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.Įverything was in confusion in the Oblonskys’ house.

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