안나 카레니나 / Anna Karenina (영문판)

레프 톨스토이 지음

아이보리잉크 2025년 05월 13일 출간

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사랑, 배신, 욕망, 그리고 인간 내면의 갈등을 그린 러시아 문학의 걸작이다. 상류사회에서의 체면과 도덕, 그리고 금지된 사랑 사이에서 갈등하는 여인 안나의 이야기는 오늘날에도 깊은 공감을 자아낸다. 열정적인 연인 브론스키와의 사랑은 그녀에게 황홀한 자유를 선사하지만, 동시에 파멸의 그림자를 드리운다. 화려한 사교계의 이면과 인간 심리의 미묘한 흐름을 정교하게 묘사한 이 작품은 단순한 로맨스를 넘어선 삶의 서사시이기도 하다. 영어 원문으로 읽는 이 소설은, 그 문체의 아름다움과 정서의 깊이를 온전히 느낄 수 있게 해준다. 사랑에 대한 가장 정직한 문학적 성찰을 만나보고 싶은 이들에게 추천하는 고전이다.

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Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys’ house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the house felt that there was no sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. The children ran wild all over the house; the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; the man-cook had walked off the day before just at dinner time; the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given warning.
Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky—Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world—woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o’clock in the morning, not in his wife’s bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study. He turned over his stout, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again; he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes.
"Yes, yes, how was it now?" he thought, going over his dream. "Now, how was it? To be sure! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt; no, not Darmstadt, but something American. Yes, but then, Darmstadt was in America. Yes, Alabin was giving a dinner on glass tables, and the tables sang, Il mio tesoro—not Il mio tesoro though, but something better, and there were some sort of little decanters on the table, and they were women, too," he remembered.
Stepan Arkadyevitch’s eyes twinkled gaily, and he pondered with a smile. "Yes, it was nice, very nice. There was a great deal more that was delightful, only there’s no putting it into words, or even expressing it in one’s thoughts awake." And noticing a gleam of light peeping in beside one of the serge curtains, he cheerfully dropped his feet over the edge of the sofa, and felt about with them for his slippers, a present on his last birthday, worked for him by his wife on gold-colored morocco. And, as he had done every day for the last nine years, he stretched out his hand, without getting up, towards the place where his dressing-gown always hung in his bedroom. And thereupon he suddenly remembered that he was not sleeping in his wife’s room, but in his study, and why: the smile vanished from his face, he knitted his brows.
"Ah, ah, ah! Oo!..." he muttered, recalling everything that had happened. And again every detail of his quarrel with his wife was present to his imagination, all the hopelessness of his position, and worst of all, his own fault.
"Yes, she won’t forgive me, and she can’t forgive me. And the most awful thing about it is that it’s all my fault—all my fault, though I’m not to blame. That’s the point of the whole situation," he reflected. "Oh, oh, oh!" he kept repeating in despair, as he remembered the acutely painful sensations caused him by this quarrel.
Most unpleasant of all was the first minute when, on coming, happy and good-humored, from the theater, with a huge pear in his hand for his wife, he had not found his wife in the drawing-room, to his surprise had not found her in the study either, and saw her at last in her bedroom with the unlucky letter that revealed everything in her hand.
She, his Dolly, forever fussing and worrying over household details, and limited in her ideas, as he considered, was sitting perfectly still with the letter in her hand, looking at him with an expression of horror, despair, and indignation.
"What’s this? this?" she asked, pointing to the letter.
And at this recollection, Stepan Arkadyevitch, as is so often the case, was not so much annoyed at the fact itself as at the way in which he had met his wife’s words.
There happened to him at that instant what does happen to people when they are unexpectedly caught in something very disgraceful. He did not succeed in adapting his face to the position in which he was placed towards his wife by the discovery of his fault. Instead of being hurt, denying, defending himself, begging forgiveness, instead of remaining indifferent even—anything would have been better than what he did do—his face utterly involuntarily (reflex spinal action, reflected Stepan Arkadyevitch, who was fond of physiology)—utterly involuntarily assumed its habitual, good-humored, and therefore idiotic smile.
This idiotic smile he could not forgive himself. Catching sight of that smile, Dolly shuddered as though at physical pain, broke out with her characteristic heat into a flood of cruel words, and rushed out of the room. Since then she had refused to see her husband.
"It’s that idiotic smile that’s to blame for it all," thought Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"But what’s to be done? What’s to be done?" he said to himself in despair, and found no answer.

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저자(글) 레프 톨스토이

레프 니콜라예비치 톨스토이(Лев Николаевич Толстой, 1828년 9월 9일~1910년 11월 20일)는 러시아를 대표하는 소설가이자 사상가이다. 그는 다양한 소설을 통해 인간 본성과 도덕적 갈등을 심도 있게 탐구했다. 톨스토이는 농민 교육과 금욕주의를 실천하며, 종교와 도덕에 대한 독자적인 철학을 발전시켰다. 그의 사상은 비폭력 저항 운동에도 영향을 미쳤으며, 마하트마 간디와 같은 인물에게 깊은 영감을 주었다.