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Etext prepared by David Brannan.

Anna Karenina

by Leo Tolstoy

Translated by Constance Garnett

Part One





Chapter 1
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its
own way.
Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys' house. 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. 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. 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. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband
had not been at home for three days. 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.
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. 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.
"Yes, yes, how was it now?" he thought, going over his dream. "Now,
how was it? To be sure! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt; no,
not Darmstadt, but something American. Yes, but then, Darmstadt was
in America. 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.