One of those balls where one always enjoys oneself.

" "Why, are there balls where one always enjoys oneself?" Anna said, with tender irony.

"It's strange, but there are.

At the Bobrishtchevs' one always enjoys oneself, and at the Nikitins' too, while at the Mezhkovs' it's always dull.

Haven't you noticed it?" "No, my dear, for me there are no balls now where one enjoys oneself," said Anna, and Kitty detected in her eyes that mysterious world which was not open to her.