1 I am going away, and taking my son with me.
2 I could not bear the way my son looked at me.
3 I am miserable at being separated from my son.
4 I will take the disgrace on myself, I will give up even my son, but.
5 Again she would have said "my son," but she could not utter that word.
6 And I had supposed that the question of my son had settled the matter.
7 But I believe Anna Arkadyevna refuses a divorce, if I make it a condition to leave me my son.
8 I am in such doubt of everything that I even hate my son, and sometimes do not believe he is my son.
9 Yes, I have lost even my affection for my son, because he is associated with the repulsion I feel for you.
10 "Yes, the countess and I have been talking all the time, I of my son and she of hers," said Madame Karenina, and again a smile lighted up her face, a caressing smile intended for him.
11 One day a son may be born, my son, and he will be legally a Karenin; he will not be the heir of my name nor of my property, and however happy we may be in our home life and however many children we may have, there will be no real tie between us.