I agree with you.

As he is going away.

There's no need for camp Bronski to come.

I just said so.

So there's no need to repeat it.

It is for you to decide.

Yes.

And I decided then I'm very glad that we agree.

So perhaps we can stop talking about it.

Of course.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Can you please please please stop cracking your knuckles?

I'm a bad woman.

I can't breathe your kindness.

Which I can't repay.

And your forgiveness.

You begged me for my forgiveness.

But I didn't die.

And now I have to live with it.

Then what what what do you want?

Do you know what you want?

Do you want to see he Count from ski not to say goodbye.

I can't hear not to say goodbye.

You would be lost.

They were tree viably lost.

You would have no position.

And worse if we divorce you would be the guilty party.

That means you cannot legally remarry.

Your union with Count Vronsky would be illegitimate, as would your daughter who now has the protection of my name.

And this is what you want be a sin to help you destroy yourself.

You forget something, Count Vronsky and I love each other.

This love sanctifies criminal.

Follow all I know is that I sent him away.

And it's as if I'd shot myself through the heart.

I see.

Yeah.

Motor solution.

I would die for him.

I won't live like this for him.

When he knows of love, he will forgive me and I must choose the smaller sin francois has robbed me of my clerk.

I'll give him my coat.

No, I.

Uh huh.

Mhm.

Yeah.

Yeah.