I don’t think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust, jealousy, anger; those are all quite easy. But actual, genuine warmth? I don’t think you can fake it.
I don’t quite understand what Tolstoy’s actual personal view of Anna is – whether he likes her or hates her, whether she’s the heroine or the antiheroine.
Well, the thing about great fictional characters from literature, and the reason that they’re constantly turned into characters in movies, is that they completely speak to what makes people human.
