| PART 7
Chapter 16
 (continued)"I have had a nap, Kostya!" she said to him; "and I am so
 comfortable now." She looked at him, but suddenly her expression changed. "Give him to me," she said, hearing the baby's cry.  "Give him to
 me, Lizaveta Petrovna, and he shall look at him." "To be sure, his papa shall look at him," said Lizaveta Petrovna,
 getting up and bringing something red, and queer, and wriggling.
 "Wait a minute, we'll make him tidy first," and Lizaveta
 Petrovna laid the red wobbling thing on the bed, began untrussing
 and trussing up the baby, lifting it up and turning it over with
 one finger and powdering it with something. Levin, looking at the tiny, pitiful creature, made strenuous
 efforts to discover in his heart some traces of fatherly feeling
 for it.  He felt nothing towards it but disgust.  But when it was
 undressed and he caught a glimpse of wee, wee, little hands,
 little feet, saffron-colored, with little toes, too, and
 positively with a little big toe different from the rest, and
 when he saw Lizaveta Petrovna closing the wide-open little hands,
 as though they were soft springs, and putting them into linen
 garments, such pity for the little creature came upon him, and
 such terror that she would hurt it, that he held her hand back. Lizaveta Petrovna laughed. "Don't be frightened, don't be frightened!" When the baby had been put to rights and transformed into a firm
 doll, Lizaveta Petrovna dandled it as though proud of her
 handiwork, and stood a little away so that Levin might see his
 son in all his glory. Kitty looked sideways in the same direction, never taking her
 eyes off the baby.  "Give him to me! give him to me!" she said,
 and even made as though she would sit up. "What are you thinking of, Katerina Alexandrovna, you mustn't
 move like that!  Wait a minute.  I'll give him to you.  Here
 we're showing papa what a fine fellow we are!" |