aunts, but when he had seen Katusha he agreed to stay over Easter

with them and telegraphed to his friend Schonbock, whom he was to

have joined in Odessa, that he should come and meet him at his

As soon as he had seen Katusha Nekhludoff's old feelings toward

her awoke again. Now, just as then, he could not see her white

apron without getting excited; he could not listen to her steps,

her voice, her laugh, without a feeling of joy; he could not look

at her eyes, black as sloes, without a feeling of tenderness,