“Anna Karenina” by Leo Tolstoy. The only novel I brought with me to Japan.
(this is chapters 7, 8 and 9 in my version) It could be a good stylistic choice to join these three together but I don’t believe that this was done to reflect the “long slog of a miserable marriage” as I will explain below. The divisions in my version are
I really don’t know what makes me happy? I am 38 and I am alone. There has been times that I have tried to talk about my miserable life with my family and friends, but it has rarely helped. I have no idea what is my life about. I’m just trying to continue and not to give up. I need help.