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When he crossed the river by the ferryboat and afterwards, mounting the hill, looked at his village and towards the west where the cold crimson sunset lay a narrow streak of light, he thought that truth and beauty which had guided human life there in the garden and in the yard of the high priest had continued without interruption to this day, and had evidently always been the chief thing in human life and in all earthly life, indeed; and the feeling of youth, health, vigor -- he was only twenty-two -- and the inexpressible sweet expectation of happiness, of unknown mysterious happiness, took possession of him little by little, and life seemed to him enchanting, marvellous, and full of lofty meaning.
The reference to Ivan's youth casts a doubtful light on the permanence of his new philosophy. His sudden burst of happiness might be the result of his youthful outlook on the world, and have nothing to do with the story or the widows. He's still young and has many options. Wouldn't hope be natural to someone in that position?