“You are and always have been a divinity for him,
and this infatuation is not from his soul…”

“But if this infatuation repeats itself?”

“It can’t, as I understand it…”
“Yes, but would you forgive?”
“I don’t know, I can’t judge . . .

“No, I can,”

said Anna, after some reflection;
and having mentally grasped the situation
and weighed it on her inner balance,
she added:

“No, I can, I can.
Yes, I would forgive.
I wouldn’t be the same, no,
but I would forgive,
and forgive in such as way
as if it hadn’t happened, hadn’t
happened
at all.”

“Well, naturally,” Dolly quickly interrupted,
as if she were saying something she
had thought more than once,

“otherwise
it wouldn’t be
forgiveness.

If you forgive,
it’s completely,

completely.

“Well, come along, I’ll take you to your room,”
she said, getting up, and on the way Dolly
embraced
Anna.

“My dear, I’m so glad you’ve come.

I feel better,
so much better.”

(Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, p.70 and so on)