"It's strange, but there are.

At the Bobrishtchevs' one always enjoys oneself, and at the Nikitins' too, while at the Mezhkovs' it's always dull.

Haven't you noticed it?" "No, my dear, for me there are no balls now where one enjoys oneself," said Anna, and Kitty detected in her eyes that mysterious world which was not open to her.

" For me there are some less dull and tiresome.

" "How can _you_ be dull at a ball?" "Why should not _I_ be dull at a ball?" inquired Anna.