Something snapped in Darya Alexandrovna's heart when she saw this.

It was as if darkness had swooped down upon her life; she felt that these children of hers, that she was so proud of, were not merely most ordinary, but positively bad, ill-bred children, with coarse, brutal propensities--wicked children.

She could not talk or think of anything else, and she could not speak to Levin of her misery.