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Portrait of Leo Tolstoy Leo Tolstoy Katia — Chapter V

Whether I have loved before? is that it?" he said, instantly divining my thought. " It is easy to tell you that. No, I have not loved. Never has such a feeling ... So, do you not see how imperative it was for me to reflect, before telling you that I loved you? What am I giving you? Love, it is true..."
" Is that so little?" I asked, looking into his face.
" Yes, that is little, my darling, little for you. You have beauty and youth. Often, at night, I cannot sleep for happiness; I am incessantly thinking how we are going to live together.
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Portrait of Leo Tolstoy Leo Tolstoy Katia — Chapter V

Is it possible that it is to-day?" I asked myself, not venturing to believe in my own happiness. " Is it possible that to-morrow I shall not wake here, that I shall open my eyes in that house of Nikolski, with its columns, in a place now all strange to me! Is it possible that henceforward I shall not be expecting him, shall not be going to meet him, shall not talk about him any more in the evenings, with Macha? Shall I no longer sit at the piano in our drawingroom at Pokrovski, with him beside me? Shall I no longer see him go away, and tremble with fear for him because the night is dark?"
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Portrait of Leo Tolstoy Leo Tolstoy Katia — Chapter V

I have already lived much, yet it seems to me that I have but just now come to the knowledge of what makes happiness. A sweet, tranquil life, in our retired corner, with the possibility of doing good to those to whom it is so easy to do it, and who, nevertheless, are so little used to it; then work, work, whence, you know, some profit always springs; recreation, also, nature, books, music, the affection of some congenial friend; there is my happiness, a happiness higher than I ever dreamed of.
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