The memory of his wife who was so guilty toward him, and toward whom he was so saintly, as the Countess Lydia Ivanovna had justly told him, should not have upset him; but he was not at ease: he could not understand the book he was reading, could not drive away tormenting memories of his relations with her, and of the mistakes which, as it now appeared to him, he had committed in regard to her.
El recuerdo de su mujer, tan culpable ante él, y ante la que se había conducido como un santo, como con razón decía Lidia Ivanovna, no habría debido turbarle, pero, a pesar de todo, no se sentía tranquilo, no comprendía el libro que estaba leyendo, no podia alejar de sí la evocación torturadora de sus relaciones con ella, de las faltas que con respecto a Ana le parecía haber cometido.