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Tonight, I'll be reading part one, chapters 9 to 10 of Anna Karininer by Leo Tolstoy.

So let your eyes fall heavy and your breath soften as we settle in for a peaceful night's sleep.

Chapter 9

At four o'clock, conscious of his throbbing heart, leaven stepped out of a higher sledge at the zoological gardens and turned along the path to the frozen mountains and the skating grounds, knowing that he would certainly find her there as he had seen the Shabatsky's carriage at the entrance.

It was a bright, frosty day.

Roads of carriages, sledges, drivers and policemen were standing in the approach.

Crowds of well-dressed people with hats bright in the sun swarmed about the entrance and along the well-swept little parts between the little houses adorned with carvings in the Russian style.

The old curly batches of the gardens, all their twigs laden with snow, looked as though freshly decked in secret vestments.

He walked along the path towards the skating ground and kept saying to himself, you mustn't be excited, you must be calm.

What's the matter with you? What do you want? Be quiet, stupid. He conjured his heart.

And the more he tried to compose himself, the more breathless he found himself.

An acquaintance smacked him and called him by his name, but leaven did not recognize him.

He went towards the mountains, once came the clank of the chains of the sledges as they slipped down or were dragged up.

The rumble of the sliding sledges and the sound of merry voices.

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