1 To his misery he felt that he was whole and unhurt.
2 Those six weeks had for her been a time of the utmost bliss and the utmost misery.
3 She could not talk or think of anything else, and she could not speak to Levin of her misery.
4 But this sense of his own humiliation before the man he had unjustly despised made up only a small part of his misery.
5 But still the minutes passed by and the hours, and still hours more, and his misery and horror grew and were more and more intense.
6 Vassenka meanwhile, utterly unsuspecting the misery his presence had occasioned, got up from the table after Kitty, and watching her with smiling and admiring eyes, he followed her.
7 In spite of these words and this smile, which so frightened Varya, when the inflammation was over and he began to recover, he felt that he was completely free from one part of his misery.
8 The position was one of misery for all three; and not one of them would have been equal to enduring this position for a single day, if it had not been for the expectation that it would change, that it was merely a temporary painful ordeal which would pass over.
9 And no longer considering that the peasant could see her tear-stained and his agitated face, that they looked like people fleeing from some disaster, they went on with rapid steps, feeling that they must speak out and clear up misunderstandings, must be alone together, and so get rid of the misery they were both feeling.