| PART 5
Chapter 1
 (continued)"But I say," Stepan Arkadyevitch said to him one day after he had
 come back from the country, where he had got everything ready for
 the young people's arrival, "have you a certificate of having
 been at confession?" "No.  But what of it?" "You can't be married without it." "Aie, aie, aie!" cried Levin.  "Why, I believe it's nine years
 since I've taken the sacrament!  I never thought of it." "You're a pretty fellow!" said Stepan Arkadyevitch laughing, "and
 you call me a Nihilist!  But this won't do, you know.  You must
 take the sacrament." "When?  There are four days left now." Stepan Arkadyevitch arranged this also, and Levin had to go to
 confession.  To Levin, as to any unbeliever who respects the
 beliefs of others, it was exceedingly disagreeable to be present
 at and take part in church ceremonies.  At this moment, in his
 present softened state of feeling, sensitive to everything, this
 inevitable act of hypocrisy was not merely painful to Levin, it
 seemed to him utterly impossible.  Now, in the heyday of his
 highest glory, his fullest flower, he would have to be a liar or
 a scoffer.  He felt incapable of being either.  But though he
 repeatedly plied Stepan Arkadyevitch with questions as to the
 possibility of obtaining a certificate without actually
 communicating, Stepan Arkadyevitch maintained that it was out of
 the question. "Besides, what is it to you--two days?  And he's an awfully nice
 clever old fellow.  He'll pull the tooth out for you so gently,
 you won't notice it." Standing at the first litany, Levin attempted to revive in
 himself his youthful recollections of the intense religious
 emotion he had passed through between the ages of sixteen and
 seventeen. |