She did not sleep all night.

But in that nervous tension, and in the visions that filled her imagination, there was nothing disagreeable or gloomy: on the contrary there was something blissful, glowing, and exhilarating.

Towards morning Anna sank into a doze, sitting in her place, and when she waked it was daylight and the train was near Petersburg.

At once thoughts of home, of husband and of son, and the details of that day and the following came upon her.

At Petersburg, as soon as the train stopped and she got out, the first person that attracted her attention was her husband.