He sat down, tucked the tiger-skin rug round him, and lighted a cigar.
" How is it you don't smoke? A cigar is a sort of thing, not exactly a pleasure, but the crown and outward sign of pleasure.
Come, this is life! How splendid it is! This is how I should like to live!" "Why, who prevents you?" said Levin, smiling.
"No, you're a lucky man! You've got everything you like.