Konstantin Levin is my favorite male character in all of literature. My love for him is impossible to describe and put into words. I fell for this awkward, shy, intelligent, and compassionate man as soon as he appeared on the pages. If I ever have a son, I’m naming him Konstantin Levin.
“But Levin did not shoot himself or hang himself and went on living. … When Levin thought about what he was and what he lived for, he found no answer and fell into despair; but when he stopped asking himself about it, he seemed to know what he was and what he lived for, because he acted and lived firmly and definitely; recently he had even lived much more firmly and definitely than before.“