`Who is it?' she asked herself. `All - or one?' And without keeping up her end of the conversation, the thread of which the harassed young man she was dancing with lost and could not pick up again, she obeyed with external liveliness the peremptory shouts of Korsunsky starting them all into the grand rond, and then into the chaine, and at the same time she kept watch with a growing pang at her heart. `No, it's not admiration of the crowd that has intoxicated her, but the adoration of one. And that one? Can it be he?' Every time he spoke to Anna the joyous light flashed into her eyes, and the smile of happiness curved her red lips. She seemed to make an effort to control herself, in order not to show these signs of delight, but they appeared on her face of themselves. `But what of him?' Kitty looked at him and was horrified. What was pictured so clearly to Kitty in the mirror of Anna's face she saw in him. What had become of his always calm, firm manner, and the carelessly calm expression of his face? Now every time he turned to her he bent his head, as though he would have fallen at her feet, and in his eyes there was nothing but humble submission and dread. `I would not offend you,' his eyes seemed to be saying each time, `but I want to save myself, and I don't know how.' On his face was a look such as Kitty had never seen before. .cheap prom dresses.
They were speaking of common acquaintances, keeping up the smallest of small talk, but to Kitty it seemed that every word they said was determining their fate and hers. And strangely enough, although they were actually talking of how absurd Ivan Ivanovich was with his French, and how the Eletsky girl might have made a better match, these words were yet fraught with significance for them, and they sensed this as much as Kitty did. The whole ball, the whole world, everything seemed screened by a fog within Kitty's soul. Nothing but the stern discipline of her bringing-up supported her and forced her to do what was expected of her - that is, to dance, to answer questions, to talk, even to smile. But before the mazurka, when they were beginning to rearrange the chairs and a few couples moved out of the smaller rooms into the big room, a moment of despair and horror came for Kitty. She had refused five partners, and now she was not dancing the mazurka. She had not even a hope of being asked for it, because she was so successful in society that the idea would never occur to anyone that she had remained disengaged till now. She would have to tell her mother she felt ill and go home, yet she had not the strength to do this. She felt crushed. .cheap prom dresses.
She went to the farthest end of the second drawing room and sank into a low chair. Her light, transparent skirts rose like a cloud about her slender waist; one bare, thin, soft, girlish arm, hanging listlessly, was lost in the folds of her pink tunic; in the other she held her fan and with rapid, short strokes fanned her burning face. Yet, while she looked like a butterfly clinging to a blade of grass, and just about to open its rainbow wings for fresh flight, her heart ached with a horrible despair. .cheap wedding dresses.
`But perhaps I am wrong - perhaps it was not so?' And again she recalled all she had seen. .cheap prom dresses.
`Kitty, what is it?' said Countess Nordstone, stepping noiselessly over the carpet toward her. `I don't understand it.' ..
Kitty's lower lip began to quiver; she got up quickly. ..
`Kitty, you're not dancing the mazurka?' ..
`No, no,' said Kitty in a voice shaking with tears. ..
`He asked her for the mazurka in my presence,' said Countess Nordstone, knowing Kitty would understand who he and her were. `She said: ``Why, aren't you going to dance it with Princess Shcherbatskaia?''' ..
`Oh, it doesn't matter to me!' answered Kitty. ..
No one but she herself understood her position; no one knew that she had refused yesterday the man whom perhaps she loved, and refused him because she had put her faith in another. ..
Countess Nordstone found Korsunsky, with whom she was to dance the mazurka, and told him to ask Kitty. ..
Kitty danced in the first couple, and luckily for her she had not to talk because Korsunsky was all the time running about, overseeing his demesne. Vronsky and Anna were sitting almost opposite her. She saw them with her farsighted eyes, and saw them, too, close by when they met in the figures, and the more she saw of them the more convinced was she that her unhappiness was consummated. She saw that they felt themselves alone in this crowded room. And on Vronsky's face, always so firm and independent, she saw the look that had struck her, of bewilderment and humble submissiveness, like the expression of an intelligent dog when it has done wrong. ..
Anna smiled - and her smile was reflected by him. She grew thoughtful - and he became serious. Some supernatural force drew Kitty's eyes to Anna's face. She was charming in her simple black dress; charming were her round arms with their bracelets; charming was her firm neck with its thread of pearls; charming the straying curls of her loose hair; charming the graceful, light movements of her little feet and hands, charming was that lovely face in its animation - yet there was something terrible and cruel in her charm. ..
Kitty admired her more than ever, and more and more acute did her suffering grow. Kitty felt crushed, and her face showed it. When Vronsky caught sight of her, coming upon her in the mazurka, he did not at once recognize her, so changed was she. ..
`Delightful ball!' he said to her, merely for the sake of saying something.
`Yes,' she answered.
In the middle of the mazurka, repeating a complicated figure, newly invented by Korsunsky, Anna came forward into the center of the circle, chose two gentlemen, and summoned Kitty and another lady. Kitty gazed at her in dismay as she went up. Anna looked at her with drooping eyelids, and smiled, pressing her hand. But, noticing that Kitty only responded to her smile by a look of despair and amazement, she turned away from her, and began gaily talking to the other lady.
`Yes, there is something uncanny, devilish and charming about her,' said Kitty to herself.
Anna did not want to stay for supper, but the master of the house began urging her.
`Nonsense, Anna Arkadyevna,' said Korsunsky placing her bare hand upon his coat sleeve. `I've such an idea for a cotillon! Un bijou!'
And he moved gradually on, trying to draw her along with him. Their host smiled approvingly.
`No, I'm not going to stay,' answered Anna, smiling, but, in spite of her smile, both Korsunsky and the master of the house saw from her resolute tone that she would not stay.
`No; why, as it is, I have danced more at your ball in Moscow than I have all the winter in Peterburg,' said Anna, looking round at Vronsky, who stood near her. `I must rest a little before my journey.'
`Are you definitely going tomorrow then?' asked Vronsky.
`Yes, I suppose so,' answered Anna, as though wondering at the boldness of his question; but the irrepressible, quivering brilliance of her eyes and her smile set him on fire as she said it.
Anna Arkadyevna did not stay to supper, but went home.
? Leo Tolstoy