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Chapter 5
 (continued)"Ah, to be sure, let me introduce you," he said.  "My colleagues:
 Philip Ivanitch Nikitin, Mihail Stanislavitch Grinevitch"--and
 turning to Levin--"a district councilor, a modern district
 councilman, a gymnast who lifts thirteen stone with one hand, a
 cattle-breeder and sportsman, and my friend, Konstantin
 Dmitrievitch Levin, the brother of Sergey Ivonovitch Koznishev." "Delighted," said the veteran. "I have the honor of knowing your brother, Sergey Ivanovitch,"
 said Grinevitch, holding out his slender hand with its long
 nails. Levin frowned, shook hands coldly, and at once turned to
 Oblonsky.  Though he had a great respect for his half-brother, an
 author well known to all Russia, he could not endure it when
 people treated him not as Konstantin Levin, but as the brother of
 the celebrated Koznishev. "No, I am no longer a district councilor.  I have quarreled with
 them all, and don't go to the meetings any more," he said,
 turning to Oblonsky. "You've been quick about it!" said Oblonsky with a smile.  "But
 how? why?" "It's a long story.  I will tell you some time," said Levin, but
 he began telling him at once.  "Well, to put it shortly, I was
 convinced that nothing was really done by the district councils,
 or ever could be," he began, as though some one had just insulted
 him.  "On one side it's a plaything; they play at being a
 parliament, and I'm neither young enough nor old enough to find
 amusement in playthings; and on the other side" (he stammered)
 "it's a means for the coterie of the district to make money.
 Formerly they had wardships, courts of justice, now they have the
 district council--not in the form of bribes, but in the form of
 unearned salary," he said, as hotly as though someone of those
 present had opposed his opinion. "Aha!  You're in a new phase again, I see--a conservative," said
 Stepan Arkadyevitch.  "However, we can go into that later." "Yes, later.  But I wanted to see you," said Levin, looking with
 hatred at Grinevitch's hand. |