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.
Il ricordo della moglie, che era tanto colpevole dinanzi a lui e di fronte alla quale egli era così santo, come gli diceva giustamente la contessa Lidija Ivanovna, non avrebbe dovuto turbarlo, ma egli non era tranquillo: non riusciva a capire il libro che leggeva, non riusciva a scacciare i ricordi tormentosi dei suoi rapporti con lei, gli errori che gli sembrava aver commesso verso di lei.