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Andoneofthesearguments，inwhichKatavassovhadobviouslyconsideredthathecameoffvictorious，wasthefirstthingLevinthoughtofasherecognizedhim。
`No，whateverIdo，Iwon’targueandgiveutterancetomyideaslightly，’hethought。
GettingoutofthewagonetteandgreetinghisbrotherandKatavassov，Levinaskedabouthiswife。
`ShehastakenMitiatoKolok’(acopsenearthehouse)。`Shemeanttohavehimouttherebecauseit’ssohotindoors，’saidDolly。Levinhadalwaysadvisedhiswifenottotakethebabytothewood，thinkingitunsafe，andhewasnotpleasedtohearthis。
`Sherushesaboutfromplacetoplacewithhim，’saidthePrince，smiling。`Iadvisedhertotryputtinghimintheicehouse。’
`Shemeanttocometotheapiary。Shethoughtyouwouldbethere。
Wearegoingthere，’saidDolly。
`Well，andwhatareyoudoing？’saidSergeiIvanovich，fallingbackfromtherestandwalkingbesidehim。
`Oh，nothingspecial。Busyasusualwiththeland，’answeredLevin。
`Well，andwhataboutyou？Comeforlong？Wehavebeenexpectingyouforsuchalongtime。’
`Onlyforafortnight。I’veagreatdealtodoinMoscow。’
Atthesewordsthebrothers’eyesmet，andLevin，inspiteofthedesirehealwayshad，strongerthaneverjustnow，tobeonaffectionateandstillmoreopentermswithhisbrother，feltanawkwardnessinlookingathim。Hedroppedhiseyesanddidnotknowwhattosay。
CastingoverthesubjectsofconversationthatwouldbepleasanttoSergeiIvanovich，andwouldkeephimoffthesubjectoftheServianwarandtheSlavonicquestion，atwhichhehadhintedbyalludingtowhathehadtodoinMoscow，LevinbegantotalkofSergeiIvanovich’sbook。
`Well，havetherebeenanyreviewsofyourbook？’heasked。
SergeiIvanovichsmiledattheintentionalcharacterofthequestion。
`Nooneisinterestedinthatnow，andIleastofall，’hesaid。
`Justlook，DaryaAlexandrovna，weshallhaveashower，’headded，pointingwithasunshadeatthewhiteraincloudsthatshowedabovetheaspentreetops。
Andthesewordswereenoughtoreestablishagainbetweenthebrothersthattone-hardlyhostile，butchilly-whichLevinhadbeensolongingtoavoid。
LevinwentuptoKatavassov。
`Itwasjollyofyoutomakeupyourmindtocome，’hesaidtohim。
`I’vebeenintendingtoalongwhile。Nowweshallhavesomediscussion-we’llseetothat。HaveyoubeenreadingSpencer？’
`No，I’venotfinishedreadinghim，’saidLevin。`ButIdon’tneedhimnow。’
`How’sthat？That’sinteresting。Whyso？’
`ImeanthatI’mfullyconvincedthatthesolutionoftheproblemsthatinterestmeIshallneverfindinhimandhislike。Now……’
ButKatavassov’ssereneandgood-humoredexpressionsuddenlystruckhim，andhefeltsuchtendernessforhisownhappymood，whichhewasunmistakablydisturbingbythisconversation，thatherememberedhisresolutionandstoppedshort。
`Butwe’lltalklateron，’headded。`Ifwe’regoingtotheapiary，it’sthisway，alongthislittlepath，’hesaid，addressingthemall。
Goingalongthenarrowpathtoalittleuncutmeadowcoveredononesidewiththickclumpsofbrilliantheartsease，amongwhichstooduphereandtheretall，darkgreentuftsofhellebore，Levinsettledhisguestsinthedense，coolshadeoftheyoungaspensonabenchandsomestumpspurposelyputthereforvisitorstotheapiarywhomightbeafraidofthebees，andhewentoffhimselftothehuttogetbread，cucumbers，andfreshhoney，toregalethemwith。
Tryingtomakehismovementsasdeliberateaspossible，andlisteningtothebeesthatbuzzedmoreandmorefrequentlypasthim，hewalkedalongthelittlepathtothehut。Intheveryentryonebeehummedangrily，caughtinhisbeard，buthecarefullyextricatedit。Goingintotheshadyouterroom，hetookdownfromthewallhisveil，thathungonapeg，andputtingiton，andthrustinghishandsintohispockets，hewentintothefenced-inbeegarden，wheretherestoodinthemidstofacloselymownspaceinregularrows，fastenedwithbastonposts，allthehivesheknewsowell，theoldstocks，eachwithitsownhistory，andalongthefencestheyoungerswarmshivedthatyear。Infrontoftheopeningsofthehives，itmadehiseyesgiddytowatchthebeesanddroneswhirlingroundandroundaboutthesamespot，whileamongthemtheworkerbeesflewinandoutwithspoils，orinsearchofthem，alwaysinthesamedirection，intothewood，tothefloweringlindentrees，andbacktothehives。
Hisearswerefilledwiththeincessanthuminvariousnotes-
nowthebusyhumoftheworkerbeeflyingquicklyoff，thentheblaringofthelazydrone，andtheexcitedbuzzofthebeesonguard，protectingtheirpropertyfromtheenemyandpreparingtosting。Onthefarthersideofthefencetheoldbeekeeperwasshavingahoopforatub，andhedidnotseeLevin。Levinstoodstillinthemidstoftheapiaryanddidnotcallhim。
Hewasgladofachancetobealonetorecoverfromtheinfluenceofordinaryactuallife，whichhadalreadydepressedhishappymood。
HethoughtthathehadalreadyhadtimetolosehistemperwithIvan，toshowcoolnesstohisbrother，andtotalkflippantlywithKatavassov。
`Canithavebeenonlyamomentarymood，andwillitpassandleavenotrace？’hethought。
Butthesameinstant，goingbacktohismood，hefeltwithdelightthatsomethingnewandimportanthadhappenedtohim。Reallifehadonlyforatimeovercastthespiritualpeacehehadfound，butitwasstilluntouchedwithinhim。
Justasthebees，whirlingroundhim，nowmenacinghimanddistractinghisattention，preventedhimfromenjoyingcompletephysicalpeace，forcedhimtorestrainhismovementstoavoidthem，sohadthepettycaresthathadswarmedabouthimfromthemomenthegotintothetrap，restrictedhisspiritualfreedom；butthatlastedonlysolongashewasamongthem。
Justashisbodilystrengthwasstillunaffected，inspiteofthebees，sotoowasthespiritualstrengththathehadjustbecomeawareof。
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saidDolly，dolingoutcucumbersandhoneytothechildren。`WithVronsky！
He’sgoingtoServia。’
`Andnotalone；he’stakingasquadronoutwithhimathisownexpense，’saidKatavassov。
`That’stherightthingforhim，’saidLevin。`Arevolunteersstillgoingoutthen？’headded，glancingatSergeiIvanovich。
SergeiIvanovichdidnotanswer。Hewascarefully，withabluntknife，gettingalivebeecoveredwithstickyhoneyoutofacupfullofwhitehoneycomb。
`Ishouldthinkso！Youshouldhaveseenwhatwasgoingonatthestationyesterday！’saidKatavassov，bitingwithasucculentsoundintoacucumber。
`Well，whatisonetomakeofit？InChrist’sname，doexplaintome，SergeiIvanovich，whereareallthosevolunteersgoing，whomaretheyfightingwith，’askedtheoldPrince，unmistakablytakingupaconversationthathadsprungupinLevin’sabsence。
`WiththeTurks，’SergeiIvanovichanswered，smilingserenely，asheextricatedthebee，darkwithhoneyandhelplesslykicking，andtransferreditwiththeknifetoastoutaspenleaf。
`ButwhohasdeclaredwarontheTurks？-IvanIvanovichRagozovandCountessLidiaIvanovna，assistedbyMadameStahl？’
`Noonehasdeclaredwar，butpeoplesympathizewiththeirneighbors’
suffering，andareeagertohelpthem，’saidSergeiIvanovich。
`ButthePrinceisnotspeakingofhelp，’saidLevin，comingtotheassistanceofhisfather-in-law，`butofwar。ThePrincesaysthatprivatepersonscannottakepartinwarwithoutthepermissionofthegovernment。’
`Kostia，mind，that’sabee！Really，they’llstingus！’saidDolly，wavingawayawasp。
`Butthat’snotabee-it’sawasp，’saidLevin。
`Wellnow，well-what’syourowntheory？’KatavassovsaidtoLevinwithasmile，distinctlychallenginghimtoadiscussion。`Whyhaven’tprivatepersonstherighttodoso？’
`Oh，mytheory’sthis:warisononesidesuchabeastly，cruelandawfulthing，thatnooneman，nottospeakofaChristian，canindividuallytakeuponhimselftheresponsibilityofbeginningwars；thatcanonlybedonebyagovernment，whichiscalledupontodothis，andisdriveninevitablyintowar。Ontheotherhand，bothpoliticalscienceandcommonsenseteachusthatinmattersofstate，andespeciallyinthematterofwar，privatecitizensmustforegotheirpersonalindividualwill。’
SergeiIvanovichandKatavassovhadtheirrepliesready，andbothbeganspeakingatthesametime。
`Butthepointis，mydearfellow，thattheremaybecaseswhenthegovernmentdoesnotcarryoutthewillofthecitizens，andthenthepublicassertsitswill，’saidKatavassov。
ButevidentlySergeiIvanovichdidnotapproveofthisanswer。
HisbrowscontractedatKatavassov’swords，andhesaidsomethingelse。
`Youdon’tputthematterinitstruelight。Thereisnoquestionhereofadeclarationofwar，butsimplytheexpressionofahumanChristianfeeling。Ourbrothers，onewithusinreligionandinrace，arebeingmassacred。
Evensupposingtheywerenotourbrothers，norfellowChristians，butsimplychildren，women，oldpeople，feelingisarousedandRussiansgoeagerlytohelpinstoppingtheseatrocities。Fancy，ifyouweregoingalongthestreetandsawdrunkenmenbeatingawomanorachild-Iimagineyouwouldnotstoptoinquirewhetherwarhadbeendeclaredonthemen，butwouldthrowyourselfonthem，andprotectthevictim。’
`ButIshouldnotkillthem，’saidLevin。
`Yes，youwouldkillthem。’
`Idon’tknow。IfIsawthat，Imightgivewaytomyimpulseofthemoment，butIcan’tsaybeforehand。Andsuchamomentaryimpulsethereisnot，andtherecannotbe，inthecaseoftheoppressionoftheSlavonicpeoples。’
`Possiblyforyouthereisnot；butforothersthereis，’saidSergeiIvanovich，frowningwithdispleasure。`Therearetraditionsstillextantamongourpeopleaboutorthodoxmen，sufferingundertheyokeofthe``impiousHagarites。’Thepeoplehaveheardofthesufferingsoftheirbrethren，andhavespoken。’
`Perhapsso，’saidLevinevasively；`butIdon’tseeit。I’moneofthepeoplemyself，andIdon’tfeelit。’
`HereamI，too，’saidtheoldPrince。`I’vebeenstayingabroadandreadingthepapers，andImustown，uptothetimeoftheBulgarianatrocities，Icouldn’tmakeoutwhyitwasalltheRussianswereallofasuddensofondoftheirSlavonicbrethren，whileIdidn’tfeeltheslightestaffectionforthem。Iwasverymuchupset，thoughtIwasamonster，orthatitwastheinfluenceofCarlsbadonme。ButsinceIhavebeenhere，mymind’sbeensetatrest。Iseethattherearepeoplebesidesmewho’reonlyinterestedinRussia，andnotintheirSlavonicbrethren。Here’sKonstantin，too。’
`Personalopinionsmeannothinginsuchacase，’saidSergeiIvanovich；
`it’snotamatterofpersonalopinionswhenallRussia-thewholepeople-hasexpresseditswill。’
`Butexcuseme，Idon’tseethat。Thepeopledon’tknowanythingaboutit，ifyoucometothat，’saidtheoldPrince。
`Oh，papa！……Howcanyousaythat？AndlastSundayinchurch？……’
saidDolly，listeningtotheconversation。`Pleasegivemeatowel，’shesaidtotheoldman，whowaslookingatthechildrenwithasmile。`Why，it’snotpossiblethatall……’
`ButwhatwasitinchurchonSunday？Thepriesthadbeentoldtoreadthat。Hereadit。Theydidn’tunderstandawordofit，sighedastheydoateverysermon，’pursuedtheoldPrince。`Thentheyweretoldthattherewastobeacollectionforapiousobjectinchurch；well，theypulledouttheircoppersandgavethem，butwhatfortheycouldn’tsay。’
`Thepeoplecannothelpknowing；thesenseoftheirowndestiniesisalwaysinthepeople，andatsuchmomentsasthepresentthatsensefindsutterance，’saidSergeiIvanovichwithconviction，glancingattheoldbeekeeper。
Thehandsomeoldman，withblackgrizzledbeardandthicksilveryhair，stoodmotionless，holdingacupofhoney，lookingdownfromtheheightofhistallfigurewithfriendlyserenityatthegentlefolk，obviouslyunderstandingnothingoftheirconversationandnotcaringtounderstandit。
`That’sso，nodoubt，’hesaid，withasignificantshakeofhisheadatSergeiIvanovich’swords。
`Here，then，askhim。Heknowsnothingaboutitandthinksnothing，’
saidLevin。`Haveyouheardaboutthewar，Mikhailich？’hesaid，turningtohim。`Whattheyreadinthechurch？Whatdoyouthinkaboutit？Oughtwetofightf
