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Levin
‘No, you will not escape us and will not be different, but will remain such as you have been: full of doubts; full of dissatisfaction with yourself, and of vain attempts at improvement followed by failures, and continual hopes of the happiness which has escaped you and is impossible for you.’
— Dec 23, 2025 11:39PM
‘No, you will not escape us and will not be different, but will remain such as you have been: full of doubts; full of dissatisfaction with yourself, and of vain attempts at improvement followed by failures, and continual hopes of the happiness which has escaped you and is impossible for you.’
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It’s great. I love it. But it’s taking me foreveeeeer to finish.
— Jan 25, 2026 10:51AM
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Omg, Tanya, Grisha and Dolly have just made this one of my favourite chapters in the book 🥲. It’s so wholesome.
— Jan 06, 2026 02:54AM
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Dolly - country house in Ergushovo, where Oblonsky sold the forest earlier on - “…, hooks were put into the wardrobes, which no longer opened at their own sweet will; an ironing board covered with coarse cloth lay across the arm of a chair and a chest of drawers in the maid’s room, and the smell of hot irons soon pervaded the room.”
— Jan 06, 2026 02:42AM
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Anna
She passed her paper-knife over the windowpane, then pressed its cold smooth surface against her cheek and almost laughed aloud, suddenly overcome with unreasoning joy. She felt that her nerves were being stretched like strings drawn tighter and tighter round pegs. She felt her eyes opening wider, her fingers and toes nervously moving, and something inside her stopping her breath…
— Dec 24, 2025 10:22AM
She passed her paper-knife over the windowpane, then pressed its cold smooth surface against her cheek and almost laughed aloud, suddenly overcome with unreasoning joy. She felt that her nerves were being stretched like strings drawn tighter and tighter round pegs. She felt her eyes opening wider, her fingers and toes nervously moving, and something inside her stopping her breath…
