Anna Arkadyevna read and understood, but it was distasteful to her to read, that is, to follow the reflection of other people's lives.
She had too great a desire to live herself.
If she read that the heroine of the novel was nursing a sick man, she longed to move with noiseless steps about the room of a sick man; if she read of a member of Parliament making a speech, she longed to be delivering the speech; if she read of how Lady Mary had ridden after the hounds, and had provoked her sister-in-law, and had surprised everyone by her boldness, she too wished to be doing the same.
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