I am glad for this taxi ride back to my house. It gives me some time to collect my thoughts before I see my husband. I am not sure why I feel so strangely nervous to see him Yes, I have a bit of a crush on Vronsky, but its harmless (right?). I do look forward to seeing my son. He makes everything simple and right. Oh but, Vronsky. What a different life he leads. I am sort of ashamed to even be thinking of him. But really I have nothing wrong

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Oh my gosh! I just saw Vronsky. I stepped out of the cab just for a moment and there he was! You would never believe what he told me. Oh I don’t know if I can repeat it, but yet I have to, indeed what he said is amazing. He told me that he was there to be with me. That he could not resist me. I feel the same, I want to be with him. But I did what I had to and I told him to forget it and that I can’t even see him.

For whatever reasons I am just attracted to him in a way that I start to forget my sense of self and morals, and I definitely forget about my husband. His presence can lead to no good.

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Ugh, I am exhausted. I just reached home. It was great to see my son. I did miss him. But oh my husband! How have I never noticed how big his ears are? And what an annoying voice! He bothers me so! But maybe it is because I have been away. Oh but no, it must be Vronsky that is occupying my mind, distancing me from my husband. I no longer feel intimate with this strange man that I have been married to for so long. Oh that cannot be so. He is truly a good man. I must love him, right?

AK

This morning there was a spread about last night’s Gala at the Met…

A picture truly is worth a thousand words.  Imagine my surprise in seeing myself plastered across the page next to the article about the evening’s young socialites.  Kitty was resplendent in her frothy pink Givenchy gown- but her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.  Her cheeks are inflamed just as the model’s in this year’s fashion week, yet I know it wasn’t makeup.  I am there in the next spread in a throwback, simply, black Armani on the arm of Vronsky.  His head is inclined towards me and I have my head thrown back, laughing, with my drink in hand.  The look on his face is unmistakable.  I don’t know what I was thinking… I suppose I was drunk with flattery and the champagne.  I think it is time I went back home.

So after visiting Dolly, I have settled her some. It seems she was in quite a fright about her dear husband Stiva cheating on her. Yes, it is wrong for him to have an affair, but no need to loose your husband over it. Stiva, is my brother and I will do much for him and I of course love Dolly too. I could not stand to see the devolution of their marriage. Infedelity is an interesting thing. It is clear that for Stiva, marriage is truly secondary but it is all that Dolly has! Of course she is upset over his petty affairs. But really, did he do anything that bad? I am not sure what I would do if my husband would cheat on me. If it is just sexual, well then maybe its ok. But when it comes to love, if he loved her, then I am not sure I could ever love him again. Ahh, but it does not matter. I have comforted Dolly. I have showed her that Stiva feels miserable about his infidelity and is truly repentant. I assured her he will not betray her again. I am glad that Dolly has enough love in her heart to forgive my brother.
Now that all settled, I am quite looking forward to the dance tonight. What will I wear? I wonder if Vronsky will come?

I should have gone to Yale.

Mrs. Vronsky’s son is perhaps the most charming, charismatic, and attractive man I have seen in ages.  His voice! I have a feeling I could talk with him for hours…  Brilliant that he is to be a part of our set.  I have been in need of a little stimulation….

Ugh… on to face the unhappy couple…