| PART 7
Chapter 16
 (continued)And Lizaveta Petrovna, with one hand supporting the wobbling
 head, lifted up on the other arm the strange, limp, red creature,
 whose head was lost in its swaddling clothes.  But it had a nose,
 too, and slanting eyes and smacking lips. "A splendid baby!" said Lizaveta Petrovna. Levin sighed with mortification.  This splendid baby excited in
 him no feeling but disgust and compassion.  It was not at all the
 feeling he had looked forward to. He turned away while Lizaveta Petrovna put the baby to the
 unaccustomed breast. Suddenly laughter made him look round.  The baby had taken the
 breast. "Come, that's enough, that's enough!" said Lizaveta Petrovna, but
 Kitty would not let the baby go.  He fell asleep in her arms. "Look, now," said Kitty, turning the baby so that he could see
 it.  The aged-looking little face suddenly puckered up still more
 and the baby sneezed. Smiling, hardly able to restrain his tears, Levin kissed his wife
 and went out of the dark room.  What he felt towards this little
 creature was utterly unlike what he had expected.  There was
 nothing cheerful and joyous in the feeling; on the contrary, it
 was a new torture of apprehension.  It was the consciousness of a
 new sphere of liability to pain.  And this sense was so painful
 at first, the apprehension lest this helpless creature should
 suffer was so intense, that it prevented him from noticing the
 strange thrill of senseless joy and even pride that he had felt
 when the baby sneezed. |