"Come, tell me how things are going with you," said Levin, bethinking himself that it was not nice of him to think only of himself.

Stepan Arkadyevitch's eyes sparkled merrily.

"You don't admit, I know, that one can be fond of new rolls when one has had one's rations of bread--to your mind it's a crime; but I don't count life as life without love," he said, taking Levin's question his own way.

" What am I to do? I'm made that way.

And really, one does so little harm to anyone, and gives oneself so much pleasure..." "What! is there something new, then?" queried Levin.

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