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.
Воспоминание о жене, которая так много была виновата пред ним и пред которою он был так свят, как справедливо говорила ему графиня Лидия Ивановна, не должно было бы смущать его; но он не был спокоен: он не мог понимать книги, которую он читал, не мог отогнать мучительных воспоминаний о своих отношениях к ней, о тех ошибках, которые он, как ему теперь казалось, сделал относительно ее.