Part 7. Chapter 29.

Anna got into the carriage again in an even worse frame of mind than when she set out from home. Anna est remontée dans la voiture dans un état d'esprit encore pire que lorsqu'elle est partie de chez elle. To her previous tortures was added now that sense of mortification and of being an outcast which she had felt so distinctly on meeting Kitty.

"Where to? Home?" asked Pyotr.

"Yes, home," she said, not even thinking now where she was going. "How they looked at me as something dreadful, incomprehensible, and curious! What can he be telling the other with such warmth?" Que peut-il dire à l'autre avec une telle chaleur? " she thought, staring at two men who walked by. "Can one ever tell anyone what one is feeling? I meant to tell Dolly, and it's a good thing I didn't tell her. How pleased she would have been at my misery! She would have concealed it, but her chief feeling would have been delight at my being punished for the happiness she envied me for. Kitty, she would have been even more pleased. How I can see through her! She knows I was more than usually sweet to her husband. Ji žino, kad buvau daugiau nei paprastai miela jos vyrui. And she's jealous and hates me. And she despises me. In her eyes I'm an immoral woman. If I were an immoral woman I could have made her husband fall in love with me …if I'd cared to. Si j'étais une femme immorale, j'aurais pu faire tomber son mari amoureux de moi… si je m'en étais soucié. Jei būčiau nemorali moteris, galėčiau priversti jos vyrą mane įsimylėti ... jei man tai rūpėtų. And, indeed, I did care to. There's someone who's pleased with himself," she thought, as she saw a fat, rubicund gentleman coming towards her. Il y a quelqu'un qui est content de lui », pensa-t-elle en voyant un gros monsieur rubicond venir vers elle. He took her for an acquaintance, and lifted his glossy hat above his bald, glossy head, and then perceived his mistake. Il la prit pour une connaissance, et souleva son chapeau brillant au-dessus de sa tête chauve et brillante, puis perçut son erreur. "He thought he knew me. Well, he knows me as well as anyone in the world knows me. I don't know myself. I know my appetites, as the French say. They want that dirty ice cream, that they do know for certain," she thought, looking at two boys stopping an ice cream seller, who took a barrel off his head and began wiping his perspiring face with a towel. Ils veulent cette glace sale, qu'ils savent avec certitude », pensa-t-elle, en regardant deux garçons arrêtant un vendeur de crème glacée, qui lui prit un tonneau de la tête et commença à essuyer son visage en sueur avec une serviette. "We all want what is sweet and nice. If not sweetmeats, then a dirty ice. Si ce ne sont pas des sucreries, alors une glace sale. And Kitty's the same—if not Vronsky, then Levin. And she envies me, and hates me. And we all hate each other. I Kitty, Kitty me. Yes, that's the truth. 'Tiutkin, coiffeur.' Je me fais coiffer par Tiutkin…. I'll tell him that when he comes," she thought and smiled. But the same instant she remembered that she had no one now to tell anything amusing to. "And there's nothing amusing, nothing mirthful, really. «Et il n'y a rien d'amusant, rien de joyeux, vraiment. It's all hateful. They're singing for vespers, and how carefully that merchant crosses himself! Ils chantent pour les vêpres, et avec quelle prudence ce marchand se croise! Jie dainuoja už vesperius, ir kaip atsargiai tas pirklys kerta save! Ze zingen voor vespers, en hoe voorzichtig steekt die koopman een kruis! as if he were afraid of missing something. Why these churches and this singing and this humbug? Pourquoi ces églises et ce chant et cette imbécile? Simply to conceal that we all hate each other like these cab drivers who are abusing each other so angrily. Simplement pour cacher que nous nous détestons tous comme ces chauffeurs de taxi qui se maltraitent avec tant de colère. Yashvin says, 'He wants to strip me of my shirt, and I him of his.' Yashvinas sako: „Jis nori nusimesti man marškinėlius, o aš jam iš jo“. Yes, that's the truth!" She was plunged in these thoughts, which so engrossed her that she left off thinking of her own position, when the carriage drew up at the steps of her house. Elle était plongée dans ces pensées, qui la captivaient si bien qu'elle ne pensait plus à sa propre position, lorsque la voiture s'arrêta sur les marches de sa maison. It was only when she saw the porter running out to meet her that she remembered she had sent the note and the telegram.

"Is there an answer?" she inquired.

"I'll see this minute," answered the porter, and glancing into his room, he took out and gave her the thin square envelope of a telegram. "I can't come before ten o'clock.—Vronsky," she read. "And hasn't the messenger come back?" «Et le messager n'est-il pas revenu? - O ar pasiuntinys negrįžo? "No," answered the porter. "Then, since it's so, I know what I must do," she said, and feeling a vague fury and craving for revenge rising up within her, she ran upstairs. «Alors, puisque c'est ainsi, je sais ce que je dois faire», dit-elle, et sentant une vague fureur et un désir de vengeance monter en elle, elle courut à l'étage. "I'll go to him myself. Before going away forever, I'll tell him all. Never have I hated anyone as I hate that man!" she thought. Seeing his hat on the rack, she shuddered with aversion. Voyant son chapeau sur la crémaillère, elle frissonna d'aversion. She did not consider that his telegram was an answer to her telegram and that he had not yet received her note. She pictured him to herself as talking calmly to his mother and Princess Sorokina and rejoicing at her sufferings. "Yes, I must go quickly," she said, not knowing yet where she was going. She longed to get away as quickly as possible from the feelings she had gone through in that awful house. Elle avait envie de s'éloigner le plus rapidement possible des sentiments qu'elle avait ressentis dans cette horrible maison. The servants, the walls, the things in that house—all aroused repulsion and hatred in her and lay like a weight upon her.

"Yes, I must go to the railway station, and if he's not there, then go there and catch him." Anna looked at the railway timetable in the newspapers. Anna a regardé les horaires des chemins de fer dans les journaux. An evening train went at two minutes past eight. Un train du soir est parti à huit heures et demie. "Yes, I shall be in time." She gave orders for the other horses to be put in the carriage, and packed in a traveling-bag the things needed for a few days. She knew she would never come back here again.

Among the plans that came into her head she vaguely determined that after what would happen at the station or at the countess's house, she would go as far as the first town on the Nizhni road and stop there. Dinner was on the table; she went up, but the smell of the bread and cheese was enough to make her feel that all food was disgusting. She ordered the carriage and went out. The house threw a shadow now right across the street, but it was a bright evening and still warm in the sunshine. Annushka, who came down with her things, and Pyotr, who put the things in the carriage, and the coachman, evidently out of humor, were all hateful to her, and irritated her by their words and actions.

"I don't want you, Pyotr." "But how about the ticket?" "Well, as you like, it doesn't matter," she said crossly. Pyotr jumped on the box, and putting his arms akimbo, told the coachman to drive to the booking-office. Pyotr a sauté sur la boîte, et, mettant ses bras sur le dos, a dit au cocher de se rendre au bureau de réservation. Pjotr sprong op de kist, legde zijn armen over elkaar en zei tegen de koetsier dat hij naar het boekingskantoor moest rijden.