<h3>Chapter 13</h3>
<p>Mihailov sold Vronsky his picture, and agreed to paint a portrait of Anna. On
the day fixed he came and began the work.</p>
<p>From the fifth sitting the portrait impressed everyone, especially Vronsky, not
only by its resemblance, but by its characteristic beauty. It was strange how
Mihailov could have discovered just her characteristic beauty. “One needs
to know and love her as I have loved her to discover the very sweetest
expression of her soul,” Vronsky thought, though it was only from this
portrait that he had himself learned this sweetest expression of her soul. But
the expression was so true that he, and others too, fancied they had long known
it.</p>
<p>“I have been struggling on for ever so long without doing
anything,” he said of his own portrait of her, “and he just looked
and painted it. That’s where technique comes in.”</p>
<p>“That will come,” was the consoling reassurance given him by
Golenishtchev, in whose view Vronsky had both talent, and what was most
important, culture, giving him a wider outlook on art. Golenishtchev’s
faith in Vronsky’s talent was propped up by his own need of
Vronsky’s sympathy and approval for his own articles and ideas, and he
felt that the praise and support must be mutual.</p>
<p>In another man’s house, and especially in Vronsky’s palazzo,
Mihailov was quite a different man from what he was in his studio. He behaved
with hostile courtesy, as though he were afraid of coming closer to people he
did not respect. He called Vronsky “your excellency,” and
notwithstanding Anna’s and Vronsky’s invitations, he would never
stay to dinner, nor come except for the sittings. Anna was even more friendly
to him than to other people, and was very grateful for her portrait. Vronsky
was more than cordial with him, and was obviously interested to know the
artist’s opinion of his picture. Golenishtchev never let slip an
opportunity of instilling sound ideas about art into Mihailov. But Mihailov
remained equally chilly to all of them. Anna was aware from his eyes that he
liked looking at her, but he avoided conversation with her. Vronsky’s
talk about his painting he met with stubborn silence, and he was as stubbornly
silent when he was shown Vronsky’s picture. He was unmistakably bored by
Golenishtchev’s conversation, and he did not attempt to oppose him.</p>
<p>Altogether Mihailov, with his reserved and disagreeable, as it were, hostile
attitude, was quite disliked by them as they got to know him better; and they
were glad when the sittings were over, and they were left with a magnificent
portrait in their possession, and he gave up coming. Golenishtchev was the
first to give expression to an idea that had occurred to all of them, which was
that Mihailov was simply jealous of Vronsky.</p>
<p>“Not envious, let us say, since he has <i>talent</i>; but it annoys him
that a wealthy man of the highest society, and a count, too (you know they all
detest a title), can, without any particular trouble, do as well, if not
better, than he who has devoted all his life to it. And more than all,
it’s a question of culture, which he is without.”</p>
<p>Vronsky defended Mihailov, but at the bottom of his heart he believed it,
because in his view a man of a different, lower world would be sure to be
envious.</p>
<p>Anna’s portrait—the same subject painted from nature both by him
and by Mihailov—ought to have shown Vronsky the difference between him
and Mihailov; but he did not see it. Only after Mihailov’s portrait was
painted he left off painting his portrait of Anna, deciding that it was now not
needed. His picture of mediæval life he went on with. And he himself, and
Golenishtchev, and still more Anna, thought it very good, because it was far
more like the celebrated pictures they knew than Mihailov’s picture.</p>
<p>Mihailov meanwhile, although Anna’s portrait greatly fascinated him, was
even more glad than they were when the sittings were over, and he had no longer
to listen to Golenishtchev’s disquisitions upon art, and could forget
about Vronsky’s painting. He knew that Vronsky could not be prevented
from amusing himself with painting; he knew that he and all dilettanti had a
perfect right to paint what they liked, but it was distasteful to him. A man
could not be prevented from making himself a big wax doll, and kissing it. But
if the man were to come with the doll and sit before a man in love, and begin
caressing his doll as the lover caressed the woman he loved, it would be
distasteful to the lover. Just such a distasteful sensation was what Mihailov
felt at the sight of Vronsky’s painting: he felt it both ludicrous and
irritating, both pitiable and offensive.</p>
<p>Vronsky’s interest in painting and the Middle Ages did not last long. He
had enough taste for painting to be unable to finish his picture. The picture
came to a standstill. He was vaguely aware that its defects, inconspicuous at
first, would be glaring if he were to go on with it. The same experience befell
him as Golenishtchev, who felt that he had nothing to say, and continually
deceived himself with the theory that his idea was not yet mature, that he was
working it out and collecting materials. This exasperated and tortured
Golenishtchev, but Vronsky was incapable of deceiving and torturing himself,
and even more incapable of exasperation. With his characteristic decision,
without explanation or apology, he simply ceased working at painting.</p>
<p>But without this occupation, the life of Vronsky and of Anna, who wondered at
his loss of interest in it, struck them as intolerably tedious in an Italian
town. The palazzo suddenly seemed so obtrusively old and dirty, the spots on
the curtains, the cracks in the floors, the broken plaster on the cornices
became so disagreeably obvious, and the everlasting sameness of Golenishtchev,
and the Italian professor and the German traveler became so wearisome, that
they had to make some change. They resolved to go to Russia, to the country. In
Petersburg Vronsky intended to arrange a partition of the land with his
brother, while Anna meant to see her son. The summer they intended to spend on
Vronsky’s great family estate.</p>
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