PART 6
Chapter 11
 (continued)
"And where are you going to sleep?" 
"We are going out for the night with the beasts." 
"Ah, what a night!" said Veslovsky, looking out at the edge of
 the hut and the unharnessed wagonette that could be seen in the
 faint light of the evening glow in the great frame of the open
 doors.  "But listen, there are women's voices singing, and, on my
 word, not badly too.  Who's that singing, my friend?" 
"That's the maids from hard by here." 
"Let's go, let's have a walk!  We shan't go to sleep, you know.
 Oblonsky, come along!" 
"If one could only do both, lie here and go," answered Oblonsky,
 stretching.  "It's capital lying here." 
"Well, I shall go by myself," said Veslovsky, getting up
 eagerly, and putting on his shoes and stockings.  "Good-bye,
 gentlemen.  If it's fun, I'll fetch you.  You've treated me to
 some good sport, and I won't forget you." 
"He really is a capital fellow, isn't he?" said Stepan
 Arkadyevitch, when Veslovsky had gone out and the peasant had
 closed the door after him. 
"Yes, capital," answered Levin, still thinking of the subject of
 their conversation just before.  It seemed to him that he had
 clearly expressed his thoughts and feelings to the best of his
 capacity, and yet both of them, straightforward men and not
 fools, had said with one voice that he was comforting himself
 with sophistries.  This disconcerted him. 
"It's just this, my dear boy.  One must do one of two things:
 either admit that the existing order of society is just, and then
 stick up for one's rights in it; or acknowledge that you are
 enjoying unjust privileges, as I do, and then enjoy them and be
 satisfied." 
"No, if it were unjust, you could not enjoy these advantages and
 be satisfied--at least I could not.  The great thing for me is
 to feel that I'm not to blame." 
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