“Don’t go, don’t go!  I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid!” she said rapidly.  “Mamma, take my earrings.  They bother me.  You’re not afraid?  Quick, quick, Lizaveta Petrovna...”

She spoke quickly, very quickly, and tried to smile.  But suddenly her face was drawn, she pushed him away.

“Oh, this is awful!  I’m dying, I’m dying!  Go away!” she shrieked, and again he heard that unearthly scream.

Levin clutched at his head and ran out of the room.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s all right,” Dolly called after him.

But they might say what they liked, he knew now that all was over.  He stood in the next room, his head leaning against the door post, and heard shrieks, howls such as he had never heard before, and he knew that what had been Kitty was uttering these shrieks.  He had long ago ceased to wish for the child.  By now he loathed this child.  He did not even wish for her life now, all he longed for was the end of this awful anguish.

“Doctor!  What is it?  What is it?  By God!” he said, snatching at the doctor’s hand as he came up.

“It’s the end,” said the doctor.  And the doctor’s face was so grave as he said it that Levin took the end as meaning her death.

Beside himself, he ran into the bedroom.  The first thing he saw was the face of Lizaveta Petrovna.  It was even more frowning and stern.  Kitty’s face he did not know.  In the place where it had been was something that was fearful in its strained distortion and in the sounds that came from it.  He fell down with his head on the wooden framework of the bed, feeling that his heart was bursting.  The awful scream never paused, it became still more awful, and as though it had reached the utmost limit of terror, suddenly it ceased.  Levin could not believe his ears, but there could be no doubt; the scream had ceased and he heard a subdued stir and bustle, and hurried breathing, and her voice, gasping, alive, tender, and blissful, uttered softly, “It’s over!”

He lifted his head.  With her hands hanging exhausted on the quilt, looking extraordinarily lovely and serene, she looked at him in silence and tried to smile, and could not.

And suddenly, from the mysterious and awful far-away world in which he had been living for the last twenty-two hours, Levin felt himself all in an instant borne back to the old every-day world, glorified though now, by such a radiance of happiness that he could not bear it.  The strained chords snapped, sobs and tears of joy which he had never foreseen rose up with such violence that his whole body shook, that for long they prevented him from speaking.

Falling on his knees before the bed, he held his wife’s hand before his lips and kissed it, and the hand, with a weak movement of the fingers, responded to his kiss.  And meanwhile, there at the foot of the bed, in the deft hands of Lizaveta Petrovna, like a flickering light in a lamp, lay the life of a human creature, which had never existed before, and which would now with the same right, with the same importance to itself, live and create in its own image.