They stood still on the bridge, staring inquisitively at the carriage.

All the faces turned to Darya Alexandrovna looked to her healthy and happy, making her envious of their enjoyment of life.

" They're all living, they're all enjoying life," Darya Alexandrovna still mused when she had passed the peasant women and was driving uphill again at a trot, seated comfortably on the soft springs of the old carriage, "while I, let out, as it were from prison, from the world of worries that fret me to death, am only looking about me now for an instant.