| PART 5
Chapter 2
 On the day of the wedding, according to the Russian custom (the
 princess and Darya Alexandrovna insisted on strictly keeping all
 the customs), Levin did not see his betrothed, and dined at his
 hotel with three bachelor friends, casually brought together at
 his rooms.  These were Sergey Ivanovitch, Katavasov, a university
 friend, now professor of natural science, whom Levin had met in
 the street and insisted on taking home with him, and Tchirikov,
 his best man, a Moscow conciliation-board judge, Levin's
 companion in his bear-hunts.  The dinner was a very merry one:
 Sergey Ivanovitch was in his happiest mood, and was much amused
 by Katavasov's originality.  Katavasov, feeling his originality
 was appreciated and understood, made the most of it.  Tchirikov
 always gave a lively and good-humored support to conversation of
 any sort. "See, now," said Katavasov, drawling his words from a habit
 acquired in the lecture-room, "what a capable fellow was our
 friend Konstantin Dmitrievitch.  I'm not speaking of present
 company, for he's absent.  At the time he left the university he
 was fond of science, took an interest in humanity; now one-half
 of his abilities is devoted to deceiving himself, and the other
 to justifying the deceit." "A more determined enemy of matrimony than you I never saw," said
 Sergey Ivanovitch. "Oh, no, I'm not an enemy of matrimony.  I'm in favor of division
 of labor.  People who can do nothing else ought to rear people
 while the rest work for their happiness and enlightenment. 
 That's how I look at it.  To muddle up two trades is the error of
 the amateur; I'm not one of their number." "How happy I shall be when I hear that you're in love!" said
 Levin.  "Please invite me to the wedding." "I'm in love now." "Yes, with a cuttlefish!  You know," Levin turned to his brother,
 "Mihail Semyonovitch is writing a work on the digestive organs of
 the..." "Now, make a muddle of it!  It doesn't matter what about.  And
 the fact is, I certainly do love cuttlefish." |