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Sign In. Play trailer Drama Romance. Director Joe Wright. Tom Stoppard screenplay Lev Tolstoy novel. Top credits Director Joe Wright. See more at IMDbPro. Trailer Anna Karenina. Clip Featurette Behind the Scenes. Interview Photos Top cast Edit. Jude Law Karenin as Karenin. Aaron Taylor-Johnson Vronsky as Vronsky. Matthew Macfadyen Oblonsky as Oblonsky. Eric MacLennan Matvey as Matvey. Kelly Macdonald Dolly as Dolly. Marine Battier Mlle.

Roland as Mlle. Guro Nagelhus Schia Annushka as Annushka. Aruhan Galieva Aruhan as Aruhan. Carl Grose Korney as Korney. Oskar McNamara Serhoza as Serhoza. Joe Wright. More like this. At that moment she knew beyond doubt that he had come early on purpose to find her alone and to make her an offer.

And only then for the first time the whole thing presented itself in a new, different aspect; only then she realized that the question did not affect her only—with whom she would be happy, and whom she loved—but that she would have that moment to wound a man whom she liked.

And to wound him cruelly. What for? Because he, dear fellow, loved her, was in love with her. But there was no help for it, so it must be, so it would have to be. That will be a lie. What am I to say to him? That I love someone else?

She had reached the door, when she heard his step. What have I to be afraid of? I have done nothing wrong. What is to be, will be! She looked straight into his face, as though imploring him to spare her, and gave her hand. When he saw that his expectations were realized, that there was nothing to prevent him from speaking, his face became gloomy. She talked on, not knowing what her lips were uttering, and not taking her supplicating and caressing eyes off him. She dropped her head lower and lower, not knowing herself what answer she should make to what was coming.

I meant to say I came for this She was breathing heavily, not looking at him. She was feeling ecstasy. Her soul was flooded with happiness. She had never anticipated that the utterance of love would produce such a powerful effect on her.

But it lasted only an instant. She remembered Vronsky. She lifted her clear, truthful eyes, and seeing his desperate face, she answered hastily:. A moment ago, and how close she had been to him, of what importance in his life!

And how aloof and remote from him she had become now! But at that very moment the princess came in. There was a look of horror on her face when she saw them alone, and their disturbed faces. Levin bowed to her, and said nothing. Kitty did not speak nor lift her eyes. She sat down and began questioning Levin about his life in the country.

He sat down again, waiting for other visitors to arrive, in order to retreat unnoticed. She was a thin, sallow, sickly, and nervous woman, with brilliant black eyes. She was fond of Kitty, and her affection for her showed itself, as the affection of married women for girls always does, in the desire to make a match for Kitty after her own ideal of married happiness; she wanted her to marry Vronsky.

Her invariable and favorite pursuit, when they met, consisted in making fun of him. I like that so; to see him condescending! She was right, for Levin actually could not bear her, and despised her for what she was proud of and regarded as a fine characteristic—her nervousness, her delicate contempt and indifference for everything coarse and earthly.

The Countess Nordston and Levin got into that relation with one another not seldom seen in society, when two persons, who remain externally on friendly terms, despise each other to such a degree that they cannot even take each other seriously, and cannot even be offended by each other.

I always note them all down. Well, Kitty, have you been skating again? And she began talking to Kitty. Awkward as it was for Levin to withdraw now, it would still have been easier for him to perpetrate this awkwardness than to remain all the evening and see Kitty, who glanced at him now and then and avoided his eyes. He was on the point of getting up, when the princess, noticing that he was silent, addressed him.

You know all about such things. You always praise the peasants so. She had already had time to look at Vronsky, and looked round at Levin. And simply from the look in her eyes, that grew unconsciously brighter, Levin knew that she loved that man, knew it as surely as if she had told him so in words. But what sort of a man was he?

Now, whether for good or for ill, Levin could not choose but remain; he must find out what the man was like whom she loved. There are people who, on meeting a successful rival, no matter in what, are at once disposed to turn their backs on everything good in him, and to see only what is bad. There are people, on the other hand, who desire above all to find in that lucky rival the qualities by which he has outstripped them, and seek with a throbbing ache at heart only what is good.

Levin belonged to the second class. But he had no difficulty in finding what was good and attractive in Vronsky. It was apparent at the first glance. Vronsky was a squarely built, dark man, not very tall, with a good-humored, handsome, and exceedingly calm and resolute face. Everything about his face and figure, from his short-cropped black hair and freshly shaven chin down to his loosely fitting, brand-new uniform, was simple and at the same time elegant.

Making way for the lady who had come in, Vronsky went up to the princess and then to Kitty. As he approached her, his beautiful eyes shone with a specially tender light, and with a faint, happy, and modestly triumphant smile so it seemed to Levin , bowing carefully and respectfully over her, he held out his small broad hand to her. Greeting and saying a few words to everyone, he sat down without once glancing at Levin, who had never taken his eyes off him.

Nice itself is dull enough, you know. And indeed, Naples and Sorrento are only pleasant for a short time. He talked on, addressing both Kitty and Levin, turning his serene, friendly eyes from one to the other, and saying obviously just what came into his head. Noticing that Countess Nordston wanted to say something, he stopped short without finishing what he had begun, and listened attentively to her.

The conversation did not flag for an instant, so that the princess, who always kept in reserve, in case a subject should be lacking, two heavy guns—the relative advantages of classical and of modern education, and universal military service—had not to move out either of them, while Countess Nordston had not a chance of chaffing Levin. The conversation fell upon table-turning and spirits, and Countess Nordston, who believed in spiritualism, began to describe the marvels she had seen.

They believe in the evil eye, and in witchcraft and omens, while we We admit the existence of electricity, of which we know nothing. Why should there not be some new force, still unknown to us, which But the spiritualists have begun with tables writing for them, and spirits appearing to them, and have only later started saying that it is an unknown force.

Vronsky listened attentively to Levin, as he always did listen, obviously interested in his words. Let the scientific men find out what the force consists in. Feeling probably that the conversation was taking a tone too serious for a drawing-room, Vronsky made no rejoinder, but by way of trying to change the conversation, he smiled brightly, and turned to the ladies.

They boldly talk of spiritual force, and then try to subject it to material experiment. She felt for him with her whole heart, the more because she was pitying him for suffering of which she was herself the cause.

But he was not destined to escape. Just as they were arranging themselves round the table, and Levin was on the point of retiring, the old prince came in, and after greeting the ladies, addressed Levin. Very glad to see you. Vronsky looked wonderingly at the prince with his resolute eyes, and, with a faint smile, began immediately talking to Countess Nordston of the great ball that was to come off next week. At the end of the evening Kitty told her mother of her conversation with Levin, and in spite of all the pity she felt for Levin, she was glad at the thought that she had received an offer.

She had no doubt that she had acted rightly. But after she had gone to bed, for a long while she could not sleep. One impression pursued her relentlessly. And she felt so sorry for him that tears came into her eyes. But immediately she thought of the man for whom she had given him up.

She vividly recalled his manly, resolute face, his noble self-possession, and the good nature conspicuous in everything towards everyone. She remembered the love for her of the man she loved, and once more all was gladness in her soul, and she lay on the pillow, smiling with happiness. But her happiness was poisoned by doubts. And thereupon, at those words, the prince had all at once flown into a passion, and began to use unseemly language. Invite all the young bucks.

Engage a piano player, and let them dance, and not as you do things nowadays, hunting up good matches. But if he were a prince of the blood, my daughter need not run after anyone. Do I try and catch them? A young man, and a very nice one, has fallen in love with her, and she, I fancy Oh, that I should live to see it! And signing each other with the cross, the husband and wife parted with a kiss, feeling that they each remained of their own opinion.

Vronsky had never had a real home life. His mother had been in her youth a brilliant society woman, who had had during her married life, and still more afterwards, many love affairs notorious in the whole fashionable world.

His father he scarcely remembered, and he had been educated in the Corps of Pages. Leaving the school very young as a brilliant officer, he had at once got into the circle of wealthy Petersburg army men. Although he did go more or less into Petersburg society, his love affairs had always hitherto been outside it. In Moscow he had for the first time felt, after his luxurious and coarse life at Petersburg, all the charm of intimacy with a sweet and innocent girl of his own rank, who cared for him.

It never even entered his head that there could be any harm in his relations with Kitty. At balls he danced principally with her. He was a constant visitor at their house. He talked to her as people commonly do talk in society—all sorts of nonsense, but nonsense to which he could not help attaching a special meaning in her case.

Although he said nothing to her that he could not have said before everybody, he felt that she was becoming more and more dependent upon him, and the more he felt this, the better he liked it, and the tenderer was his feeling for her. He did not know that his mode of behavior in relation to Kitty had a definite character, that it is courting young girls with no intention of marriage, and that such courting is one of the evil actions common among brilliant young men such as he was.

It seemed to him that he was the first who had discovered this pleasure, and he was enjoying his discovery. If he could have heard what her parents were saying that evening, if he could have put himself at the point of view of the family and have heard that Kitty would be unhappy if he did not marry her, he would have been greatly astonished, and would not have believed it.

He could not believe that what gave such great and delicate pleasure to him, and above all to her, could be wrong. Still less could he have believed that he ought to marry. Marriage had never presented itself to him as a possibility. He not only disliked family life, but a family, and especially a husband was, in accordance with the views general in the bachelor world in which he lived, conceived as something alien, repellant, and, above all, ridiculous.

But what step could and ought to be taken he could not imagine. And how secretly, simply, and most of all, how trustfully! I feel myself better, purer.

I feel that I have a heart, and that there is a great deal of good in me. Those sweet, loving eyes! Oh, nothing. He passed in review of the places he might go to. He shook hands with him, and together they ascended the steps. Vronsky smiled with a look that seemed to say that he did not deny it, but he promptly changed the subject. Or perhaps not All the world knows him. Besides the charm Oblonsky had in general for everyone, Vronsky had felt of late specially drawn to him by the fact that in his imagination he was associated with Kitty.

Shall we give a supper on Sunday for the diva? Oh, did you make the acquaintance of my friend Levin? They are all on the defensive, lose their tempers, as though they all want to make one feel something The approach of the train was more and more evident by the preparatory bustle in the station, the rush of porters, the movement of policemen and attendants, and people meeting the train.

Through the frosty vapor could be seen workmen in short sheepskins and soft felt boots crossing the rails of the curving line. The hiss of the boiler could be heard on the distant rails, and the rumble of something heavy. Yes, if he went away early, and was out of humor too, it must mean it The engine had already whistled in the distance.

A few instants later the platform was quivering, and with puffs of steam hanging low in the air from the frost, the engine rolled up, with the lever of the middle wheel rhythmically moving up and down, and the stooping figure of the engine-driver covered with frost.

Behind the tender, setting the platform more and more slowly swaying, came the luggage van with a dog whining in it.

At last the passenger carriages rolled in, oscillating before coming to a standstill. A smart guard jumped out, giving a whistle, and after him one by one the impatient passengers began to get down: an officer of the guards, holding himself erect, and looking severely about him; a nimble little merchant with a satchel, smiling gaily; a peasant with a sack over his shoulder.

Vronsky, standing beside Oblonsky, watched the carriages and the passengers, totally oblivious of his mother. What he had just heard about Kitty excited and delighted him. Unconsciously he arched his chest, and his eyes flashed.

He felt himself a conqueror. He did not in his heart respect his mother, and without acknowledging it to himself, he did not love her, though in accordance with the ideas of the set in which he lived, and with his own education, he could not have conceived of any behavior to his mother not in the highest degree respectful and obedient, and the more externally obedient and respectful his behavior, the less in his heart he respected and loved her.

Vronsky followed the guard to the carriage, and at the door of the compartment he stopped short to make room for a lady who was getting out. He begged pardon, and was getting into the carriage, but felt he must glance at her once more; not that she was very beautiful, not on account of the elegance and modest grace which were apparent in her whole figure, but because in the expression of her charming face, as she passed close by him, there was something peculiarly caressing and soft.

As he looked round, she too turned her head. Her shining gray eyes, that looked dark from the thick lashes, rested with friendly attention on his face, as though she were recognizing him, and then promptly turned away to the passing crowd, as though seeking someone.

In that brief look Vronsky had time to notice the suppressed eagerness which played over her face, and flitted between the brilliant eyes and the faint smile that curved her red lips. It was as though her nature were so brimming over with something that against her will it showed itself now in the flash of her eyes, and now in her smile. Deliberately she shrouded the light in her eyes, but it shone against her will in the faintly perceptible smile.

Vronsky stepped into the carriage. His mother, a dried-up old lady with black eyes and ringlets, screwed up her eyes, scanning her son, and smiled slightly with her thin lips. Getting up from the seat and handing her maid a bag, she gave her little wrinkled hand to her son to kiss, and lifting his head from her hand, kissed him on the cheek.

He knew it was the voice of the lady he had met at the door. And could you see if my brother is here, and send him to me? Vronsky stepped out onto the platform and shouted:. Madame Karenina, however, did not wait for her brother, but catching sight of him she stepped out with her light, resolute step. And as soon as her brother had reached her, with a gesture that struck Vronsky by its decision and its grace, she flung her left arm around his neck, drew him rapidly to her, and kissed him warmly.

Vronsky gazed, never taking his eyes from her, and smiled, he could not have said why. But recollecting that his mother was waiting for him, he went back again into the carriage. And so you, I hear Tant mieux, mon cher, tant mieux. I should have nothing more to tell you.

But apparently she did not care to pursue the conversation in that strain, and she turned to the old countess. Stereotyped as the phrase was, Madame Karenina obviously believed it and was delighted by it. He pressed the little hand she gave him, and was delighted, as though at something special, by the energetic squeeze with which she freely and vigorously shook his hand.

She went out with the rapid step which bore her rather fully-developed figure with such strange lightness. That was just what her son was thinking. His eyes followed her till her graceful figure was out of sight, and then the smile remained on his face. He saw out of the window how she went up to her brother, put her arm in his, and began telling him something eagerly, obviously something that had nothing to do with him, Vronsky, and at that he felt annoyed.

Alexander has been very good, and Marie has grown very pretty. And she began telling him again of what interested her most—the christening of her grandson, for which she had been staying in Petersburg, and the special favor shown her elder son by the Tsar. The old butler, who had traveled with the countess, came to the carriage to announce that everything was ready, and the countess got up to go.

The maid took a handbag and the lap dog, the butler and a porter the other baggage. Vronsky gave his mother his arm; but just as they were getting out of the carriage several men ran suddenly by with panic-stricken faces. The station-master, too, ran by in his extraordinary colored cap.

Obviously something unusual had happened. The crowd who had left the train were running back again. Flung himself! Stepan Arkadyevitch, with his sister on his arm, turned back. They too looked scared, and stopped at the carriage door to avoid the crowd.

The ladies got in, while Vronsky and Stepan Arkadyevitch followed the crowd to find out details of the disaster. A guard, either drunk or too much muffled up in the bitter frost, had not heard the train moving back, and had been crushed.

Oblonsky and Vronsky had both seen the mutilated corpse. Oblonsky was evidently upset. He frowned and seemed ready to cry. It was awful to see her! She flung herself on the body. They say he was the only support of an immense family. How awful! When he came back a few minutes later, Stepan Arkadyevitch was already in conversation with the countess about the new singer, while the countess was impatiently looking towards the door, waiting for her son.

They went out together. Vronsky was in front with his mother. Behind walked Madame Karenina with her brother. Just as they were going out of the station the station-master overtook Vronsky. Would you kindly explain for whose benefit you intend them? Good-bye, countess. People coming in were still talking of what happened. Madame Karenina seated herself in the carriage, and Stepan Arkadyevitch saw with surprise that her lips were quivering, and she was with difficulty restraining her tears.

I got your letter, and here I am. On reaching home Oblonsky helped his sister out, sighed, pressed her hand, and set off to his office. When Anna went into the room, Dolly was sitting in the little drawing-room with a white-headed fat little boy, already like his father, giving him a lesson in French reading. As the boy read, he kept twisting and trying to tear off a button that was nearly off his jacket. His mother had several times taken his hand from it, but the fat little hand went back to the button again.

His mother pulled the button off and put it in her pocket. She always set to work on it at depressed moments, and now she knitted at it nervously, twitching her fingers and counting the stitches. Though she had sent word the day before to her husband that it was nothing to her whether his sister came or not, she had made everything ready for her arrival, and was expecting her sister-in-law with emotion. Dolly was crushed by her sorrow, utterly swallowed up by it. Still she did not forget that Anna, her sister-in-law, was the wife of one of the most important personages in Petersburg, and was a Petersburg grande dame.

And, thanks to this circumstance, she did not carry out her threat to her husband—that is to say, she remembered that her sister-in-law was coming. All these days Dolly had been alone with her children. She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters. She knew that in one way or another she would tell Anna everything, and she was alternately glad at the thought of speaking freely, and angry at the necessity of speaking of her humiliation with her, his sister, and of hearing her ready-made phrases of good advice and comfort.

She had been on the lookout for her, glancing at her watch every minute, and, as so often happens, let slip just that minute when her visitor arrived, so that she did not hear the bell. Catching a sound of skirts and light steps at the door, she looked round, and her care-worn face unconsciously expressed not gladness, but wonder.

She got up and embraced her sister-in-law. She took off her kerchief and her hat, and catching it in a lock of her black hair, which was a mass of curls, she tossed her head and shook her hair down. She took her in her arms and kissed her. Show me them all. She mentioned them, not only remembering the names, but the years, months, characters, illnesses of all the children, and Dolly could not but appreciate that.

After seeing the children, they sat down, alone now, in the drawing-room, to coffee. Anna took the tray, and then pushed it away from her. Dolly looked coldly at Anna; she was waiting now for phrases of conventional sympathy, but Anna said nothing of the sort. Under the thick lashes of her shining eyes tears suddenly glittered. She moved nearer to her sister-in-law and took her hand in her vigorous little hand.

Dolly did not shrink away, but her face did not lose its frigid expression. She said:. And directly she had said this, her face suddenly softened. Anna lifted the wasted, thin hand of Dolly, kissed it and said:. You know how I was married. With the education mamma gave us I was more than innocent, I was stupid.

I knew nothing. So I lived eight years. You must understand that I was so far from suspecting infidelity, I regarded it as impossible, and then—try to imagine it—with such ideas, to find out suddenly all the horror, all the loathsomeness You must try and understand me. To go on being my husband together with her I understand! I know him. I could not look at him without feeling sorry for him. We both know him.

What touched me most But how am I to forgive him, how am I to be his wife again after her? For me to live with him now would be torture, just because I love my past love for him And sobs cut short her words.

But as though of set design, each time she was softened she began to speak again of what exasperated her. By him and his children. I have worked for him, and all I had has gone in his service, and now of course any fresh, vulgar creature has more charm for him. No doubt they talked of me together, or, worse still, they were silent. Do you understand? No, everything is over, everything that once made my comfort, the reward of my work, and my sufferings Would you believe it, I was teaching Grisha just now: once this was a joy to me, now it is a torture.

What have I to strive and toil for? Why are the children here? I could kill him. You are so distressed, so overwrought, that you look at many things mistakenly. Think for me, Anna, help me. I have thought over everything, and I see nothing. Anna could think of nothing, but her heart responded instantly to each word, to each change of expression of her sister-in-law. He cannot believe it, he cannot comprehend now how he can have acted as he did.

When he told me, I will own I did not realize all the awfulness of your position. I saw nothing but him, and that the family was broken up. I felt sorry for him, but after talking to you, I see it, as a woman, quite differently.

That you know—whether there is enough for you to be able to forgive him. If there is, forgive him! You speak of his talking of you with her. That never happened. Such men are unfaithful, but their home and wife are sacred to them. Somehow or other these women are still looked on with contempt by them, and do not touch on their feeling for their family. I saw Stiva when he was in love with you. I remember the time when he came to me and cried, talking of you, and all the poetry and loftiness of his feeling for you, and I know that the longer he has lived with you the loftier you have been in his eyes.

Yes, I could forgive it. I could not be the same, no; but I could forgive it, and forgive it as though it had never been, never been at all If one forgives, it must be completely, completely.

It has made things better, ever so much better. Anna spent the whole morning with Dolly and the children.

She merely sent a brief note to her brother to tell him that he must not fail to dine at home. In the relations of the husband and wife the same estrangement still remained, but there was no talk now of separation, and Stepan Arkadyevitch saw the possibility of explanation and reconciliation. Immediately after dinner Kitty came in.

But she made a favorable impression on Anna Arkadyevna—she saw that at once. Anna was not like a fashionable lady, nor the mother of a boy of eight years old. In the elasticity of her movements, the freshness and the unflagging eagerness which persisted in her face, and broke out in her smile and her glance, she would rather have passed for a girl of twenty, had it not been for a serious and at times mournful look in her eyes, which struck and attracted Kitty.

Kitty felt that Anna was perfectly simple and was concealing nothing, but that she had another higher world of interests inaccessible to her, complex and poetic. After dinner, when Dolly went away to her own room, Anna rose quickly and went up to her brother, who was just lighting a cigar. When Stepan Arkadyevitch had disappeared, she went back to the sofa where she had been sitting, surrounded by the children.

Either because the children saw that their mother was fond of this aunt, or that they felt a special charm in her themselves, the two elder ones, and the younger following their lead, as children so often do, had clung about their new aunt since before dinner, and would not leave her side.

And it had become a sort of game among them to sit as close as possible to their aunt, to touch her, hold her little hand, kiss it, play with her ring, or even touch the flounce of her skirt.

And again Grisha poked his little face under her arm, and nestled with his head on her gown, beaming with pride and happiness.

One of those balls where one always enjoys oneself. Do you hear? You expect a great deal of this ball, and you want everyone to be there to take part in it. That mist which covers everything in that blissful time when childhood is just ending, and out of that vast circle, happy and gay, there is a path growing narrower and narrower, and it is delightful and alarming to enter the ballroom, bright and splendid as it is Who has not been through it?

Kitty smiled without speaking. How I should like to know all her love story! Stiva told me, and I congratulate you. And I should be so glad I know mothers are partial, but Well, for instance, she told me that he had wanted to give up all his property to his brother, that he had done something extraordinary when he was quite a child, saved a woman out of the water. But she did not tell Kitty about the two hundred roubles. For some reason it was disagreeable to her to think of it. She felt that there was something that had to do with her in it, and something that ought not to have been.

No, I! Dolly came out of her room to the tea of the grown-up people. Stepan Arkadyevitch did not come out. Why do you always look down on me and Matvey? The whole evening Dolly was, as always, a little mocking in her tone to her husband, while Stepan Arkadyevitch was happy and cheerful, but not so as to seem as though, having been forgiven, he had forgotten his offense. But this simple incident for some reason struck everyone as strange.

Talking about common acquaintances in Petersburg, Anna got up quickly. She longed to look at his photograph and talk of him. Seizing the first pretext, she got up, and with her light, resolute step went for her album. Your Comment:. Read Online Download. Great book, Anna Karenina pdf is enough to raise the goose bumps alone. Add a review Your Rating: Your Comment:. Hot Bethink Yourselves! Hot What to Do?