The first time he passed Vronskys compartment he noticed that the curtain was drawn over the window; but as he passed it the second time he saw the old countess at the window. She beckoned to Koznishev.
Ah, what I have been through! But do get in Ah, what I have been through! she repeated, when Sergey Ivanovitch had got in and sat down beside her. You cant conceive it! For six weeks he did not speak to any one, and would not touch food except when I implored him. And not for one minute could we leave him alone. We took away everything he could have used against himself. We lived on the ground-floor, but there was no reckoning on anything. You know, of course, that he had shot himself once already on her account, she said, and the old ladys eyelashes twitched at the recollection. Yes, hers was the fitting end for such a woman. Even the death she chose was low and vulgar.
Ah, dont speak of it! I was staying on my estate, and he was with me. A note was brought him. He wrote an answer and sent it off. We hadnt an idea that she was close by at the station. In the evening I had only just gone to my room, when my Mary told me a lady had thrown herself under the train. Something seemed to strike me at once. I knew it was she. The first thing I said was, he was not to be told. But theyd told him already. His coachman was there and saw it all. When I ran into his room, he was beside himselfit was fearful to see him. He didnt say a word, but galloped off there. I dont know to this day what happened there, but he was brought back at deaths-door. I shouldnt have known him. Prostration complete, the doctor said. And that was followed almost by madness. Oh, why talk of it! said the countess with a wave of her hand. It was an awful time! No, say what you will, she was a bad woman. Why, what is the meaning of such desperate passions? It was all to show herself something out of the way. Well, and that she did do. She brought herself to ruin and two good menher husband and my unhappy son.
He has taken her daughter. Alexey was ready to agree to anything at first. Now it worries him terribly that he should have given his own child away to another man. But he cant take back his word. Karenin came to the funeral. But we tried to prevent his meeting Alexey. For him, for her husband, it was easier, any way. She had set him free. But my poor son was utterly given up to her. He had thrown up everything, his career, me, and even then she had no mercy on him, but of set purpose she made his ruin complete. No, say what you will, her very death was the death of a vile woman, of no religious feeling. God forgive me, but I cant help hating the memory of her, when I look at my sons misery!
It was a blessing from Providence for usthis Servian war. Im old, and I dont understand the rights and wrongs of it, but its come as a providential blessing to him. Of course for me, as his mother, its terrible; and whats worse, they say, ce nest pas tres bien vu à Pétersbourg. But it cant be helped! It was the one thing that could rouse him. Yashvina friend of hishe had lost all he had at cards and he was going to Servia. He came to see him and persuaded him to go. Now its an interest for him. Do please talk to him a little. I want to distract his mind. Hes so low-spirited. And as bad luck would have it, he has toothache too. But hell be delighted to see you. Please do talk to him; hes walking up and down on that side.