1 There she met Vronsky, and experienced an agitating joy at those meetings.
2 There was only anticipation, the dread and joy of the new and the unknown.
3 Would you believe it, I was teaching Grisha just now: once this was a joy to me, now it is a torture.
4 Not only he knew all about it, but he was unmistakably delighted and making efforts to conceal his joy.
5 Levin felt envious of this health and mirthfulness; he longed to take part in the expression of this joy of life.
6 In old days to go anywhere in a ball dress was a simple joy to me, I admired myself; now I feel ashamed and awkward.
7 There was bitterness, there was shame in his heart, but with bitterness and shame he felt joy and emotion at the height of his own meekness.
8 He had often before had this sense of physical joy in his own body, but he had never felt so fond of himself, of his own body, as at that moment.
9 "Of course I know you; I know you very well," the prince said to her with a smile, in which Kitty detected with joy that her father liked her friend.
10 At the moment when he was approaching Anna Arkadyevna he noticed too with joy that she was conscious of his being near, and looked round, and seeing him, turned again to her husband.
11 That feeling was joy at the completion of the process that for the last month and a half had been going on in her soul, and had during those six weeks been a joy and a torture to her.
12 Princess Tverskaya was walking with Tushkevitch and a young lady, a relation, who, to the great joy of her parents in the provinces, was spending the summer with the fashionable princess.
13 But he felt ashamed of the feeling, and at once he opened, as it were, the arms of his soul, and with a softened feeling of joy and expectation, now he hoped with all his heart that it was his brother.
14 Those joys were so small that they passed unnoticed, like gold in sand, and at bad moments she could see nothing but the pain, nothing but sand; but there were good moments too when she saw nothing but the joy, nothing but gold.
15 And pity for her, and remorse for having desired her death, and most of all, the joy of forgiveness, made him at once conscious, not simply of the relief of his own sufferings, but of a spiritual peace he had never experienced before.
16 He suddenly felt that the very thing that was the source of his sufferings had become the source of his spiritual joy; that what had seemed insoluble while he was judging, blaming, and hating, had become clear and simple when he forgave and loved.
17 And now he poured out upon Stepan Arkadyevitch his poetic joy in the spring, and his failures and plans for the land, and his thoughts and criticisms on the books he had been reading, and the idea of his own book, the basis of which really was, though he was unaware of it himself, a criticism of all the old books on agriculture.
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