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第8章

  `Well,wherearethey?’
  `Wherearethey?That’sjustthequestion!’saidPetritskysolemnly,slidinghisforefingerupwardalonghisnose。
  `Come,tellme;thisissilly!’saidVronskysmiling。
  `Ihaven’tlightedthefire。Theymustbeheresomewhere。’
  `Come,enoughfooling!Whereistheletter?’
  `No,I’veforgotten,really。Orwasitadream?Waitabit,waitabit!Butwhat’stheuseofgettinginarage?Ifyou’ddrunkfourbottlespermanyesterdayasIdid,you’dforgetwhereyouwereat。Waitabit,I’llremember!’
  Petritskywentbehindthepartitionandlaydownonhisbed。
  `Waitabit!ThiswashowIwaslying,andthiswashowhewasstanding。Yes-yes-yes……Hereitis!’-andPetritskypulledaletteroutfromunderthemattress,wherehehadhiddenit。
  Vronskytooktheletterandhisbrother’snote。Itwastheletterhewasexpecting-fromhismother,reproachinghimfornothavingbeentoseeher-andthenotewasfromhisbrothertosaythathemusthavealittletalkwithhim。Vronskyknewthatitwasallaboutthesamething。
  `Whatbusinessisitoftheirs!’thoughtVronsky,andcrumplingupthelettershethrustthembetweenthebuttonsofhiscoatsoastoreadthemcarefullyontheroad。Intheporchofthehuthewasmetbytwoofficers;
  oneofhisregimentandoneofanother。
  Vronsky’squarterswerealwaysameetingplaceforalltheofficers。
  `Whereareyouoffto?’
  `ImustgotoPeterhof。’
  `HasthemarecomefromTsarskoe?’
  `Yes,butI’venotseenheryet。’
  `TheysayMakhotin’sGladiator’slame。’
  `Nonsense!However,areyougoingtoraceinthismud?’saidtheother。
  `Herearemysaviors!’criedPetritsky,seeingthemcomein。Beforehimstoodthebatmanwithvodkaandpickledcucumbersonatray。`Here’sIashvin,orderingmetodrinkapick-me-up。’
  `Well,youdidmakeithotforusyesterday,’saidoneofthosewhohadcomein;`youdidn’tletusgetawinkofsleepallnight。’
  `Oh,didn’twemakeaprettyfinish!’saidPetritsky。`Volkovclimbedontotheroofandbegantellingushowsadhewas。Isaid:``Let’shavemusic,thefuneralmarch!’’Hefairlydroppedasleepontheroofoverthefuneralmarch。’
  `Drinkitup;youpositivelymustdrinkthevodka,andthenSeltzerwater,andalotoflemon,’saidIashvin,standingoverPetritskylikeamothermakingachildtakemedicine,`andthenalittlechampagne-justaweebottle。’
  `Come,there’ssomesenseinthat。Stopabit,Vronsky。We’llallhaveadrink。’
  `No;good-by,allofyou。I’mnotgoingtodrinktoday。’
  `Why,areyougainingweight?Allright,thenwemusthaveitalone。GiveustheSeltzerwaterandlemon。’
  `Vronsky!’shoutedsomeonewhenhewasalreadyoutside。
  `Well?’
  `You’dbettergetyourhaircut,it’llweighyoudown-especiallyatthebaldplace。’
  Vronskywasinfactbeginning,prematurely,togetalittlebald。
  Helaughedgaily,showinghisheavyteeth,andpullinghiscapoverthethinplace,wentoutandgotintohiscarriage。
  `Tothestables!’hesaid,andwasjustpullingouttheletterstoreadthemthrough,butthoughtbetterofit,andputoffreadingthemsoasnottodistracthisattentionbeforelookingatthemare。`Lateron!……’
  [NextChapter][TableofContents]TOLSTOY:AnnaKareninaPart2,Chapter21[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]Chapter21Thetemporarystable,awoodenbooth,hadbeenputupclosetotheracecourse,andtherehismarewastohavebeentakenthepreviousday。Hehadnotyetseenherthere。Duringthelastfewdayshehadnotriddenheroutforexercisehimself,buthadputherinthechargeofthetrainer,andsonowheabsolutelydidnotknowinwhatconditionhismarehadarrivedyesterdayorwasintoday。Hehadscarcelygotoutofhiscarriagewhenhisstableboygroom,recognizingthecarriagesomewayoff,calledthetrainer。Adry-lookingEnglishman,inhighbootsandashortjacket,clean-shaven,exceptforatuftbelowhischin,cametomeethimwalkingwiththeuncouthgaitofajockey,turninghiselbowsoutandswayingfromsidetoside。
  `Well,how’sFrou-Frou?’VronskyaskedinEnglish。
  `Allright,sir,’theEnglishman’svoicerespondedsomewherefardowninhisthroat。`Betternotgoin,’headded,touchinghishat。`I’veputamuzzleonher,andthemare’sfidgety。Betternotgoin,it’llexcitethemare。’
  `No,I’mgoingin。Iwanttolookather。’
  `Comealong,then,’saidtheEnglishman,frowning,andspeakingwithhismouthshut,and,withswingingelbows,hewentoninfrontwithhisdisjointedgait。
  Theywentintothelittleyardinfrontoftheshed。Thestableboyonduty,spruceandsmartinhisholidayattire,metthemwithabroominhishand,andfollowedthem。Intheshedtherewerefivehorsesintheirseparatestalls,andVronskyknewthathischiefrival,Makhotin’sGladiator,averytallchestnuthorse,hadbeenbroughtthere,andmustbestandingamongthem。Evenmorethanhismare,VronskylongedtoseeGladiator,whomhehadneverseen,butVronskyknewthatbytheetiquetteoftheracecourseitwasnotmerelyimpossibleforhimtoseethehorse,butimpropereventoaskquestionsabouthim。justashewaspassingalongthepassage,theboyopenedthedoorintothesecondhorseboxontheleft,andVronskycaughtaglimpseofabigchestnuthorsewithwhitelegs。HeknewthatthiswasGladiator,but,withthefeelingofamanturningawayfromthesightofanotherman’sopenletter,heturnedroundandwentintoFrou-Frou’sstall。
  `ThestallbelongingtoMa-k……Mak……Inevercansaythename-ishere,’saidtheEnglishmanoverhisshoulder,pointinghisdirty-nailedthumbtowardGladiator’sstall。
  `Makhotin?Yes,he’smymostseriousrival,’saidVronsky。
  `Ifyouwereridinghim,’saidtheEnglishman,`I’dbetonyou。
  `Frou-Frou’smorenervous,whiletheotherismorepowerful,’
  saidVronsky,smilingatthecomplimenttohisriding。
  `Inasteeplechaseitalldependsonridingandonpluck,’saidtheEnglishman。
  Ofpluck-thatis,energyandcourage-Vronskydidnotmerelyfeelthathehadenough;whatwasoffarmoreimportance,hewasfirmlyconvincedthatnooneintheworldcouldhavemoreofthispluckthanhehad。
  `Don’tyouthinkIwantmoresweatingdown?’
  `Oh,no,’answeredtheEnglishman。`Please,don’tspeakloud。
  Themare’sfidgety,’headded,noddingtowardthehorsebox,beforewhichtheywerestanding,andfromwhichcamethesoundofrestlessstampinginthestraw。
  Heopenedthedoor,andVronskywentintothehorsebox,dimlylightedbyonelittlewindow。Inthehorseboxstoodadarkbaymare,withamuzzleon,shiftingherfeetonthefreshstraw。Lookingroundhiminthetwilightofthehorsebox,Vronskyunconsciouslytookinoncemoreinacomprehensiveglanceallthepointsofhisfavoritemare。Frou-Frouwasananimalofmediumsize,notaltogetherfreefromreproach,fromabreeder’spointofview。Shewassmall-bonedallover;thoughherchestwasextremelyprominentinfront,itwasnarrow。Herhindquarterswerealittledrooping,andinherforelegs,andstillmoreinherhindlegs,therewasanoticeablecurvature。Themusclesofbothhindlegsandforelegswerenotverythick;butacrosshershouldersthemarewasexceptionallybroad,apeculiarityspeciallystrikingnowthatshewasleanfromtraining。
  Thebonesofherlegsbelowthekneeslookednothickerthanafingerfrominfront,butwereextraordinarilythickseenfromtheside。Shelookedaltogether,exceptacrosstheshoulders,apparentlypinchedinatthesidesandpressedoutindepth。Butshehadinthehighestdegreethequalitythatmakesalldefectsforgotten:thatqualitywasblood,thebloodthattells,astheEnglishexpressionhasit。Themusclesstoodupsharplyunderthenetworkofsinews,coveredwiththedelicate,mobileskin,softassatin,andtheywerehardasbone。Herclean-cuthead,withprominent,bright,spiritedeyes,broadenedoutattheopennostrils,thatshowedtheredbloodinthecartilagewithin。Aboutallherfigure,andespeciallyherhead,therewasacertainexpressionofenergy,and,atthesametime,ofsoftness。Shewasoneofthosecreatureswhichseemdevoidofspeechonlybecausethemechanismoftheirmouthsdoesnotallowofit。
  ToVronsky,atanyrate,itseemedthatsheunderstoodallhefeltatthatmomentashelookedather。
  DirectlyVronskywenttowardher,shedrewinadeepbreath,and,turningbackherprominenteyetinthewhitelookedbloodshot,shestartedattheapproachingfiguresfromtheoppositeside,shakinghermuzzle,andshiftinglightlyfromonelegtotheother。
  `There,youseehowfidgetysheis,’saidtheEnglishman。
  `Whoa,darling!Whoa!’saidVronsky,goinguptothemareandspeakingsoothinglytoher。
  Butthenearerhecame,themoreexcitedshegrew。Onlywhenhestoodbyherheadshewassuddenlyquieter,whilethemusclesquiveredunderhersoft,delicatecoat。Vronskypattedherstrongneck,straightenedoverhersharpwithersastraylockofhermanethathadfallenontheotherside,andmovedhisfacenearherdilatednostrils,transparentasabat’swing。Shedrewaloudbreathandsnortedoutthroughhertensenostrils,started,prickeduphersharpear,andputoutherstrong,blackliptowardVronsky,asthoughshewouldnipholdofhissleeve。Butrememberingthemuzzle,sheshookitandagainbeganrestlesslystampinghershapelylegsoneaftertheother。
  `Calmdown,darling,calmdown!’hesaid,pattingheragainoverherhindquarters;and,withagladsensethathismarewasinthebestpossiblecondition,hewentoutofthehorsebox。
  Themare’sexcitementhadinfectedVronsky。Hefeltthathisheartwasthrobbing,andthathe,too,likethemare,longedtomove,tobite;
  itwasbothfearfulanddelicious。
  `Well,Irelyonyou,then,’hesaidtotheEnglishman,`half-pastsixontheground。’
  `Allright,’saidtheEnglishman。`Oh,whereareyougoing,mylord?’heaskedsuddenly,usingthetitlemylord,whichhescarcelyeverused。
  Vronskyinamazementraisedhishead,andstared,asheknewhowtostare,notintotheEnglishman’seyes,butathisforehead,astoundedattheimpertinenceofhisquestion。ButrealizingthatinaskingthistheEnglishmanhadbeenlookingathimnotasanemployer,butasajockey,heanswered:
  `I’vegottogotoBriansky’s;Ishallbehomewithinanhour。’
  `HowoftenI’maskedthatquestiontoday!’hesaidtohimself,andheblushed,athingwhichrarelyhappenedtohim。TheEnglishmanlookedgravelyathim;and,asthoughhe,too,knewwhereVronskywasgoing,headded:
  `Thegreatthingistokeepquietbeforearace,’saidhe;`don’tgetoutoftemper,orupsetaboutanything。’
  `Allright,’answeredVronsky,smiling;and,jumpingintohiscarriage,hetoldthemantodrivetoPeterhof。
  Beforehehaddrivenmanypacesaway,thedarkcloudsthathadbeenthreateningrainalldaybroke,andtherewasaheavydownpourofrain。
  `Whatapity!’thoughtVronsky,puttinguptheroofofthecarriage。
  `Itwasmuddybefore,nowitwillbeaperfectswamp。’Ashesatinsolitudeintheclosedcarriage,hetookouthismother’sletterandhisbrother’snote,andreadthemthrough。
  Yes,itwasthesamethingoverandoveragain。Everyone-hismother,hisbrother-everyonethoughtfittointerfereintheaffairsofhisheart。Thisinterferencearousedinhimafeelingofangryhatred-afeelinghehadrarelyknownbefore。`Whatbusinessisitoftheirs?
  Whydoeseverybodyfeelcalledupontoconcernhimselfaboutme?Andwhydotheyworrymeso?Justbecausetheyseethatthisissomethingtheycan’tunderstand。Ifitwereacommon,vulgar,worldlyintrigue,theywouldhaveleftmealone。Theyfeelthatthisissomethingdifferent,thatthisisnotamerepastime,thatthiswomanisdearertomethanlife。Andthisisincomprehensible,andthat’swhyitannoysthem。Whateverourdestinyisormaybe,wehavemadeitourselves,andwedonotcomplainofit,’
  hesaid,inthewordwelinkinghimselfwithAnna。`No,theymustneedsteachushowtolive。Theyhaven’tanideaofwhathappinessis;theydon’tknowthatwithoutourlovethereisforusneitherhappinessnorunhappiness-nolifeatall,’hethought。
  Hewasangrywithallofthemfortheirinterferencejustbecausehefeltinhissoulthatthey,allthesepeople,wereright。HefeltthatthelovethatboundhimtoAnnawasnotamomentaryimpulse,whichwouldpass,asworldlyintriguesdopass,leavingnoothertracesinthelifeofeithersavepleasantorunpleasantmemories。Hefeltallthetortureofhisownpositionandhers,allthedifficultyinstoreforthem,conspicuousastheywereintheeyeofalltheworld-inconcealingtheirlove,inlyinganddeceiving;andinlying,deceiving,feigningandcontinuallythinkingofothers,whenthepassionthatunitedthemwassointensethattheywerebothobliviousofeverythingelsesavetheirlove。
  Hevividlyrecalledalltheconstantlyrecurringinstancesofinevitablenecessityforlyinganddeceit,whichweresoagainsthisnaturalbent。Herecalledparticularlyvividlytheshamehehadmorethanoncedetectedinheratthisnecessityforlyinganddeceit。AndheexperiencedthestrangefeelingthathadsometimescomeuponhimsincehisrelationswithAnna。Thiswasafeelingofloathingforsomething-whetherforAlexeiAlexandrovich,orforhimself,orforthewholeworld,hecouldnothavesaid。Buthealwaysdroveawaythisstrangefeeling。Now,too,heshookitoffandcontinuedthethreadofhisthoughts。
  `Yes,shewasunhappybefore,butproudandatpeace;andnowshecannotbeatpeaceandfeelsecureinherdignity,thoughshedoesnotshowit。Yes,wemustputanendtoit,’hedecided。
  Andforthefirsttimetheideaclearlypresenteditselfthatitwasessentialtoputanendtothisfalseposition,andthesoonerthebetter。`Abandoneverythingmustwe-sheandI-andhideourselvessomewherealonewithourlove,’hesaidtohimself。
  [NextChapter][TableofContents]TOLSTOY:AnnaKareninaPart2,Chapter22[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]Chapter22Theshowerdidnotlastlong,andbythetimeVronskyarrived,hisshafthorsetrottingatfullspeed,anddraggingtheoffhorsesgallopingthroughthemudwiththeirreinshangingloose,thesunhadpeepedoutagain,theroofsofthesummervillasandtheoldlimetreesinthegardensonbothsidesofthehighstreetsparkledwithwetbrilliance,andfromthetwigscameapleasantdrip,and,fromtheroofs,rushingstreamsofwater。Hethoughtnomoreofshowerspoilingtheracecourse,butwasnowrejoicingbecause-thankstotherain-hewouldbesuretofindherathomeandalone,asheknewthatAlexeiAlexandrovich,whohadlatelyreturnedfromawateringplace,hadnotmovedfromPeterburg。
  Hopingtofindheralone,Vronskyalighted,ashealwaysdid,toavoidattractingattention,beforecrossingthebridge,andwalkedtothehouse。Hedidnotgoupthestepstothestreetdoor,butwentintothecourt。
  `Hasyourmastercome?’heaskedagardener。
  `No,sir。Themistressisathome。Butwillyoupleasegotothefrontdoor;thereareservantsthere,’thegardeneranswered。`They’llopenthedoor。’
  `No,I’llgoinfromthegarden。’
  Andfeelingsatisfiedthatshewasalone,andwantingtotakeherbysurprise,sincehehadnotpromisedtobetheretoday,andshewouldcertainlynotexpecthimtocomebeforetheraces,hewalked,holdinghisswordandsteppingcautiouslyoverthesandypath,borderedwithflowers,totheterracethatlookedoutuponthegarden。Vronskyforgotnowallthathehadthoughtonthewayofthehardshipsanddifficultiesofhisposition。Hethoughtofnothingbutthathewouldseeherdirectly,notinimagination,butliving,allofher,asshewasinreality。Hewasjustgoingin,steppingonhiswholefootsoasnottomakeanoise,upthewornstepsoftheterrace,whenhesuddenlyrememberedwhathealwaysforgot,andwhatcausedthemosttorturingsideofhisrelationswithher:herson,withhisquestioning,and,ashefancied,hostileeyes。
  Thisboywasmoreoftenthananyoneelseacheckupontheirfreedom。
  Whenhewaspresent,bothVronskyandAnnadidnotmerelyavoidspeakingofanythingthattheycouldnothaverepeatedbeforeeveryone;theydidnotevenallowthemselvestoreferbyhintstoanythingtheboydidnotunderstand。Theyhadmadenoagreementaboutthis,ithadbeensettledofitself。Theywouldhavefeltitaswoundingthemselvestodeceivethechild。Inhispresencetheytalkedlikeacquaintances。But,inspiteofthiscaution,Vronskyoftensawthechild’sintent,bewilderedglancefixeduponhim,andastrangeshyness,uncertainty-atonetimetherewasfriendliness,atanothercoldnessandreserve,intheboy’smannertohim,asthoughthechildfeltthatbetweenthismanandhismotherthereexistedsomeimportantbond,thesignificanceofwhichhecouldnotunderstand。
  Asamatteroffacttheboydidfeelthathecouldnotunderstandthisrelation,andhetriedpainfully,yetwasunable,tomakecleartohimselfwhatfeelingheoughttohaveforthisman。Withachild’skeeninstinctforeverymanifestationoffeelinghesawdistinctlythathisfather,hisgoverness,hisnurse-allnotmerelydislikedVronsky,butlookedonhimwithhorrorandaversion,thoughtheyneversaidanythingabouthim;whilehismotherlookedonhimashergreatestfriend。
  `Whatdoesitmean?Whoishe?HowoughtItolovehim?IfIdon’tknow,it’smyfault;eitherI’mstupidoranaughtyboy,’thoughtthechild。
  Andthiswaswhatcausedhisdubious,inquiring,sometimeshostileexpression,andtheshynessanduncertaintywhichVronskyfoundsoirksome。Thischild’spresencealwaysandinfalliblycalledupinVronskythatstrangefeelingofinexplicableloathingwhichhehadexperiencedoflate。Thischild’spresencecalledupbothinVronskyandinAnnaafeelingakintothefeelingofasailorwhoseesbythecompassthatthedirectioninwhichheisswiftlymovingisfarfromtherightone,butthattoarresthismotionisnotinhispower,thateveryinstantiscarryinghimfartherandfartheraway,andthattoadmittohimselfhisdeviationfromtherightdirectionistantamounttoadmittinghiscertainruin。
  Thischild,withhisinnocentoutlookuponlife,wasthecompassthatshowedthemthepointatwhichtheyhaddepartedfromwhattheyknew,yetdidnotwanttoknow。
  ThistimeSeriozhawasnotathome,andshewascompletelyalone。
  Shewassittingontheterracewaitingforthereturnofherson,whohadgoneoutforastrollandhadbeencaughtintherain。Shehadsentoutamanservantandamaidtolookforhim,andwassittingherewaitingforthem。Dressedinawhitegown,deeplyembroidered,shewassittinginacorneroftheterracebehindsomeflowers,anddidnothearhim。Bendinghercurlydarkhead,shepressedherforeheadagainstacoolwateringpotthatstoodontheparapet,andbothherlovelyhands,withtheringsheknewsowell,claspedthepot。Thebeautyofherwholefigure,herhead,herneck,herhands,struckVronskyeverytimeassomethingnewandunexpected。
  Hestoodstill,gazingatherinecstasy。But,directlyhewouldhavemadeasteptocomenearertoher,shewasawareofhispresence,pushedawaythewateringpot,andturnedherflushedfacetowardhim。
  `What’sthematter?Areyouunwell,’hesaidtoherinFrench,goinguptoher。Hewouldhaveruntoher,butrememberingthattheremightbeoutsiders,helookedroundtowardthebalconydoor,andreddened,ashealwaysreddened,feelingthathehadtobeafraidandbeonhisguard。
  `No,I’mquitewell,’shesaid,gettingupandsqueezinghisoutstretchedhandtightly。`Ididnotexpect……thee。’
  `MyGod!whatcoldhands!’hesaid。
  `Youstartledme,’shesaid。`I’malone,andexpectingSeriozha;
  he’soutforawalk;they’llcomefromthisdirection。’
  But,inspiteofhereffortstobecalm,herlipswerequivering。
  `Forgivemeforcoming,butIcouldn’tpassthedaywithoutseeingyou,’hewenton,speakingFrench,ashealwaysdid,toavoidusingthestiffRussianpluralform,soimpossiblyfrigidbetweenthem,andthedangerouslyintimatesingular。
  `Forgive-forwhatI’msoglad!’
  `Butyou’reillorworried,’hewenton,withoutlettinggoherhandsandbendingoverher。`Whatwereyouthinkingof?’
  `Alwaysofthesamething。’shesaid,withasmile。
  Shespokethetruth。Ifeveratanymomentshehadbeenaskedwhatshewasthinkingof,shecouldhaveansweredtruly:Ofthesamething,ofherhappinessandherunhappiness。Shewasthinking,justwhenhecameuponher,ofthis:Whywasit,shewondered,thattoothers,toBetsyforinstancesheknewofhersecretconnectionwithTushkevich,allthiswassoeasy,whiletoheritwassuchtorture?Todaythisthoughtgainedspecialpoignancyfromcertainotherconsiderations。Sheaskedhimabouttheraces。Heansweredherquestions,and,seeingthatshewasagitated,tryingtocalmher,hebegantellingherinthesimplesttonethedetailsofhispreparationsfortheraces。
  `ShallItellhim,ornot?’shethought,lookingintohiscalm,affableeyes。`Heissohappy,soabsorbedinhisracesthathewon’tunderstandasheshould;hewon’tunderstandallthesignificanceofthiseventtous。’
  `Butyouhaven’ttoldmewhatyouwerethinkingofwhenIcamein,’hesaid,interruptinghisnarrative;`pray,tellme!’
  Shedidnotanswer,and,bendingherheadalittle,shelookedinquiringlyathimfromunderherbrows,hereyesshiningundertheirlonglashes。Herhandshookasitplayedwithaleafshehadpicked。Hesawit,andhisfaceexpressedthatuttersubjection,thatslavishdevotion,whichhaddonesomuchtowinher。
  `Iseesomethinghashappened。DoyousupposeIcanbeatpeace,knowingyouhaveatroubleIamnotsharing?Tellme,forGod’ssake!’
  herepeatedimploringly。
  `Yes,Ishan’tbeabletoforgivehimifhedoesnotrealizeallthesignificanceofit。Betternottell;whyputhimtotheproof?’shethought,stillstaringathiminthesameway,andfeelingthatherhandthatheldtheleafwastremblingmoreandmore。
  `ForGod’ssake!’herepeated,takingherhand。
  `ShallItellyou?’
  `Yes,yes,yes……’
  `Iampregnant,’shesaid,softlyandslowly。
  Theleafinherhandshookmoreviolently,butshedidnottakehereyesoffhim,watchinghowhewouldtakeit。Heturnedpale,wouldhavesaidsomething,butstopped;hedroppedherhand,andhisheadsankonhisbreast。`Yes,herealizesallthesignificanceofthefact,’shethought,andgratefullyshepressedhishand。
  Butshewasmistakeninthinkingherealizedthesignificanceofthenewsasshe,awoman,realizedit。Onhearingit,hefeltcomeuponhimwithtenfoldintensitythatstrangefeelingofloathingofsomeone。
  But,atthesametime,herealizedthattheturningpointhehadbeenlongingforhadcomenow;thatitwasimpossibletogoonconcealingthingsfromherhusband,anditwasinevitableinonewayoranotherthattheyshouldsoonputanendtotheirunnaturalposition。But,besidesthat,heremotionphysicallyaffectedhiminthesameway。Helookedatherwithalookofsubmissivetenderness,kissedherhand,gotup,and,insilence,pacedupanddowntheterrace。
  `Yes,’hesaid,goinguptoherresolutely。`NeitheryounorI
  havelookedonourrelationsasapassingamusement,andnowourfateissealed。Itisabsolutelynecessarytoputanend’-helookedroundashespoke-`tothedeceptioninwhichweareliving。’
  `Putanend?Putanendhow,Alexei?’shesaidsoftly。
  Shewascalmernow,andherfacelightedupwithatendersmile。
  `Leaveyourhusbandandmakeourlifeone。’
  `Itisoneasitis,’sheanswered,scarcelyaudibly。
  `Yes,butcompletely,completely。’
  `Buthow,Alexei-tellmehow?’shesaidinmelancholymockeryatthehopelessnessofherownsituation。`Isthereanywayoutofsuchasituation?AmInotthewifeofmyhusband?’
  `Thereisawayoutofeverysituation。Wemusttakeourstand,’
  hesaid。`Anything’sbetterthanthesituationinwhichyou’reliving。
  Ofcourse,Iseehowyoutortureyourselfovereverything-theworld,andyourson,andyourhusband。’
  `Oh,notovermyhusband,’shesaid,withaplainsmile。`Idon’tknowhim,Idon’tthinkofhim。Hedoesn’texist。’
  `You’renotspeakingsincerely。Iknowyou。Youworryabouthimtoo。’
  `Oh,hedoesn’tevenknow,’shesaid,andsuddenlyahotflushcameoverherface;hercheeks,herbrow,herneckcrimsoned,andtearsofshamecameintohereyes。`Butletusnoteventalkofhim。’
  [NextChapter][TableofContents]TOLSTOY:AnnaKareninaPart2,Chapter23[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]Chapter23Vronskyhadseveraltimesalready,thoughnotsoresolutelyasnow,triedtobringhertoconsiderherposition,andeverytimehehadbeenconfrontedbythesamesuperficialityandfrivolitywithwhichshemethisappealnow。Itwasasthoughthereweresomethinginthiswhichshecouldnotorwouldnotface,asthoughdirectlyshebegantospeakofthis,she,therealAnna,retreatedsomehowintoherself,andanotherstrangeandunaccountablewomancameout,whomhedidnotloveandwhomhefeared,andwhowasinoppositiontohim。Buttodayhewasresolvedtohaveitout。
  `Whetherheknowsornot,’saidVronsky,inhisusualcalmandfirmtone,`whetherheknowsornot,hasnothingtodowithus。Wecannot……
  Youcannotstaylikethis,especiallynow。’
  `What’stobedone,accordingtoyou?’sheaskedwiththesamefrivolousirony。Shewhohadsofearedhewouldtakeherconditiontoofrivolously,wasnowvexedwithhimfordeducingfromitthenecessityoftakingsomestep。
  `Tellhimeverything,andleavehim。’
  `Verywell,letussupposeIdothat,’shesaid。`Doyouknowwhattheresultofthatwouldbe?Icantellyouitallbeforehand,’andawickedlightgleamedinhereyes,thathadbeensotenderaminutebefore。
  ```Eh,youloveanotherman,andhaveenteredintoacriminalliaisonwithhim?’’Mimickingherhusband,shethrewanemphasisontheword`criminal,’
  asAlexeiAlexandrovichdid。```Iwarnedyouoftheresultsinthereligious,thecivil,andthedomesticaspects。Youhavenotlistenedtome。NowI
  cannotletyoudisgracemyname’’-`andmyson,’shehadmeanttosay,butabouthersonshecouldnotjest-``disgracemyname,and’’-andmoreinthesamestyle,’sheadded。`Ingeneralterms,he’llsayinhisofficialmanner,andwithalldistinctnessandprecision,thathecannotletmego,butwilltakeallmeasuresinhispowertopreventscandal。
  Andhewillcalmlyandpunctiliouslyactinaccordancewithhiswords。
  That’swhatwillhappen。He’snotaman,butamachine-andaspitefulmachinewhenhe’sangry,’sheadded,recallingAlexeiAlexandrovichasshespoke,withallthepeculiaritiesofhisfigureandmannerofspeaking,andreckoningagainsthimeverydefectshecouldfindinhim,forgivinghimnothingforthegreatwrongsheherselfwasdoinghim。
  `But,Anna,’saidVronsky,inasoftandpersuasivevoice,tryingtosootheher,`weabsolutelymusttellhim,atanyrate,andthenbeguidedbythelinehetakes。’
  `What-runaway?’
  `Andwhynotrunaway?Idon’tseehowwecankeeponlikethis。
  Andnotformysake-Iseethatyousuffer。’
  `Yes,runaway,andbecomeyourmistress,’shesaidangrily。
  `Anna,’hesaid,withreproachfultenderness。
  `Yes,’shewenton,`becomeyourmistress,andcompletetheruinof……’
  Againshewouldhavesaid`myson,’butshecouldnotutterthatword。
  Vronskycouldnotunderstandhowshe,withherstrongandtruthfulnature,couldendurethisstateofdeceit,andnotlongtogetoutofit。
  Buthedidnotsuspectthatthechiefcauseofitwasthewordson,whichshecouldnotutter。Whenshethoughtofherson,andhisfutureattitudetohismother,whohadabandonedhisfather,shefeltsuchterroratwhatshehaddonethatshenolongerreasoned,but,beingawoman,couldonlytrytocomfortherselfwithlyingassurancesandwordssothateverythingshouldremainasitalwayshadbeen,andthatitwaspossibletoforgetthefearfulquestionofhowitwouldbewithherson。
  `Ibegyou,Ientreatyou,’shesaidsuddenly,takinghishand,andspeakinginquiteadifferenttone,sincereandtender,`neverspeaktomeofthat!’
  `But,Anna……’
  `Never。Leaveittome。Iknowallthebaseness,allthehorrorofmyposition;butit’snotsoeasytodecideasyouthink。Thereforeleaveittome,anddowhatIsay。Neverspeaktomeofit。Doyoupromiseme?……No,no,promise!……’
  `Ipromiseeverything,butIcan’tbeatpeace,especiallyafterwhatyouhavetoldmeIcan’tbeatpeace,whenyoucan’tbeatpeace……’
  `I?’sherepeated。`Yes,Iamworriedsometimes;butthatwillpass,ifyouwillnevertalkaboutthis。Whenyoutalkaboutit-it’sonlythenitworriesme。’
  `Idon’tunderstand,’hesaid。
  `Iknow,’sheinterruptedhim,`howharditisforyourtruthfulnaturetolie,andIgrieveforyou。Ioftenthink,howcouldyouruinyourwholelifeforme。’
  `Iwasjustthinkingtheverysamething,’hesaid;`howcouldyousacrificeeverythingformysake?Ican’tforgivemyselfbecauseyou’reunhappy。’
  `Iunhappy?’shesaid,comingclosertohim,andlookingathimwithanecstaticsmileoflove。`Iamlikeahungrymanwhohasbeengivenfood。Hemaybecold,anddressedinrags,andashamed,butheisnotunhappy。
  Iunhappy?No,thisismyhappiness……’
  Shecouldhearthesoundofherson’svoicecomingtowardthem,and,glancingswiftlyroundtheterrace,shegotupimpulsively。Hereyesglowedwiththefireheknewsowell;witharapidmovementsheraisedherlovelyhands,coveredwithrings,tookhishead,lookedintohisfacewithaprotractedgaze,and,puttingupherfacewithsmiling,partedlips,swiftlykissedhismouthandbotheyes,andthrusthimaway。Shewouldhavegone,butheheldherback。
  `When?’hemurmuredinawhisper,gazinginecstasyather。
  `Tonight,atoneo’clock,’shewhispered,and,withaheavysigh,shewalkedwithherlight,swiftsteptomeetherson。
  Seriozhahadbeencaughtbytheraininthebiggarden,andheandhisnursehadtakenshelterinabower。
  `Well,aurevoir,’shesaidtoVronsky。`Imustsoonbegettingreadyfortheraces。Betsypromisedtofetchme。’
  Vronsky,lookingathiswatch,hurriedlydroveoff。
  [NextChapter][TableofContents]TOLSTOY:AnnaKareninaPart2,Chapter24[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]Chapter24WhenVronskyhadlookedathiswatchontheKarenins’balcony,hehadbeensogreatlyagitatedandlostinhisthoughtsthat,althoughhesawthehandsonthefaceofhiswatch,hecouldnottakeinwhattimeitwas。
  Hecameoutontothehighroadandwalked,pickinghiswaycarefullythroughthemud,tohiscarriage。HewassocompletelyabsorbedinhisfeelingforAnna,thathedidnoteventhinkwhato’clockitwas,andwhetherhehadtimetogotoBriansky’s。Hepreserved,asoftenhappens,onlytheexternalfacultyofmemory,thatpointsouteachsteponehastotake,oneaftertheother。Hewentuptohiscoachman,whowasdozingontheboxintheshadow,alreadylengthening,ofathicklimetree;headmiredtheshiftingcloudsofmidgescirclingoverthehothorses,and,wakingthecoachman,hejumpedintothecarriage,andtoldhimtodrivetoBriansky’s。
  Itwasonlyafterdrivingnearlysevenverstasthathehadsufficientlyrecoveredhimselftolookathiswatch,andrealizethatitwashalfpastfive,andthathewaslate。
  Therewereseveralracessetforthatday:theBodyGuards’race,thentheofficers’two-verstarace,thenthefour-verstarace,andthentheraceforwhichhewasentered。Hecouldstillbeinrighttimeforhisrace,butifhewenttoBriansky’shecouldbeonlyinfulltime,andhewouldarrivewhenthewholeCourtwouldbeintheirplaces。Thatwouldbeapity。ButhehadpromisedBrianskytocome,andsohedecidedtodriveon,tellingthecoachmannottosparethehorses。
  HereachedBriansky’s,spentfiveminutesthere,andgallopedback。Thisrapiddrivecalmedhim。AllthatwaspainfulinhisrelationswithAnna,allthefeelingofindefinitenessleftbytheirconversation,hadslippedoutofhismind。Hewasthinkingnowwithpleasureandexcitementoftherace,ofhisbeingintimeafterall,andnowandthenthethoughtofthehappinessofthisnight’sassignationflashedacrosshisimaginationlikeadazzlinglight。
  Theexcitementoftheapproachingracegaineduponhimmoreandmoreashedrovefartherandfartherintotheatmosphereoftheraces,overtakingcarriagesdrivingupfromthesummervillasoroutofPeterburg。
  Therewasnolongeranyoneathomeathisquarters;allwereattheraces,andhisvaletwaslookingoutforhimatthegate。Whilehewaschanginghisclothes,hisvalettoldhimthatthesecondracehadbegunalready,thatalotofgentlemenhadbeentoaskforhim,andaboyhadtwicerunupfromthestables。
  Dressingwithouthurryheneverhurriedhimself,andneverlosthisself-possession,Vronskydrovetothesheds。Fromtheshedshecouldseeaperfectseaofcarriages,andpeopleonfoot,soldierssurroundingtheracecourse,andpavilionsswarmingwithpeople。Thesecondracewasapparentlygoingon,forjustashewentintotheshedsheheardabellringing。Goingtowardthestable,hemetthewhite-leggedchestnut,Makhotin’sGladiator,beingledtotheracecourseinablueandorangehorsecloth,withwhatlookedlikehugeearsedgedwithblue。
  `Where’sCord?’heaskedthestableboy。
  `Inthestable,puttingonthesaddle。’
  IntheopenhorseboxstoodFrou-Frou,saddledready。Theywerejustgoingtoleadherout。
  `I’mnottoolate?’
  `Allright!Allright!’saidtheEnglishman;`don’tupsetyourself!’
  Vronskyoncemoretookinatoneglancethebeautifullinesofhisfavoritemare,whowasquiveringallover,andwithanefforthetorehimselffromthesightofher,andwentoutofthestable。Hewenttowardthepavilionsatthemostfavorablemomentforescapingattention。Thetwo-verstaracewasjustfinishing,andalleyeswerefixedonthecavalryguardinfrontandthelighthussarbehind,urgingtheirhorsesonwithalasteffortclosetothewinningpost。Fromthecenterandoutsideoftheringallwerecrowdingtothewinningpost,andagroupofsoldiersandofficersofthecavalryguardswereshoutingloudlytheirdelightattheexpectedtriumphoftheirofficerandcomrade。Vronskymovedintothemiddleofthecrowdunnoticed,almostattheverymomentwhenthebellrangatthefinishoftherace,andthetall,mud-spatteredcavalryguardwhocameinfirst,leaningoverthesaddle,letgothereinsofhispantinggraystallionthatlookeddarkwithsweat。
  Thestallion,stiffeningouthislegs,withaneffortstoppedhisrapidcourse,andtheofficerofthecavalryguardslookedroundhimlikeamanwakingupfromaheavysleep,andjustmanagedtosmile。Acrowdoffriendsandoutsiderspressedroundhim。
  Vronskyintentionallyavoidedthatselectcrowdofupperworld,whichwasmovingandtalkingwithdiscreetfreedombeforethepavilions。
  HeknewthatMadameKareninawasthere,andBetsy,andhisbrother’swife,andhepurposelydidnotgonearthemforfearofsomethingdistractinghisattention。Buthewascontinuallymetandstoppedbyacquaintances,whotoldhimaboutthepreviousraces,andkeptaskinghimwhyhewassolate。
  Atthetimewhentheracershadtogotothepaviliontoreceivetheprizes,andallattentionwasdirectedtothatpoint,Vronsky’selderbrother,Alexandre,acolonelwiththeshoulderknot,cameuptohim。Hewasnottall,thoughasbroadlybuiltasAlexei,andhandsomerandrosierthanhe;hehadarednose,andanopen,tipsyface。
  `Didyougetmynote?’hesaid。`There’sneveranyfindingyou。’
  AlexandreVronsky,inspiteofhisdissolutelife,andparticularlyhisdrunkenhabits,forwhichhewasnotorious,wasquiteoneoftheCourtcircle。
  Now,ashetalkedtohisbrotherofamatterboundtobeexceedinglydisagreeabletohim,knowingthattheeyesofmanypeoplemightbefixeduponhim,hekeptasmilingcountenance,asthoughhewerejestingwithhisbrotheraboutsomethingoflittlemoment。
  `Igotit,andIreallycan’tmakeoutwhatyouareworryingyourselfabout,’saidAlexei。
  `I’mworryingmyselfbecausetheremarkhasjustbeenmadetomethatyouweren’there,andthatyouwereseeninPeterhofonMonday。’
  `Therearematterswhichonlyconcernthosedirectlyinterestedinthem,andthematteryouaresoworriedaboutisofthatnature……’
  `Yes,butifso,onedoesnotbelongintheservice,onedoesnot……’
  `Ibegyounottomeddle,andthatisall。’
  AlexeiVronsky’sfrowningfaceturnedpale,andhisprominentlowerjawquivered,whichhappenedrarelywithhim。Beingamanofverywarmheart,hewasseldomangry;butwhenhewasangry,andwhenhischinquivered,then,asAlexandreVronskyknew,hewasdangerous。AlexandreVronskysmiledgaily。
  `Ionlywantedtogiveyoumother’sletter。Answeritanddon’tworryaboutanythingjustbeforetherace。Bonnechance,’headded,smiling,andhemovedawayfromhim。ButafterhimanotherfriendlygreetingbroughtVronskytoastandstill。
  `Soyouwon’trecognizeyourfriends!Howareyou,moncher?’
  saidStepanArkadyevich,asconspicuouslybrilliantinthemidstofallthePeterburgbrillianceashewasinMoscow,hisfacerosy,andhiswhiskerssleekandglossy。`Icameupyesterday,andI’mdelightedbecauseIshallseeyourtriumph。Whenshallwemeet?’
  `Cometomorrowtothemessroom,’saidVronsky,andsqueezinghimbythesleeveofhisgreatcoat,withapologies,hemovedawaytothecenteroftheracecourse,wherethehorseswerebeingledforthegreatsteeplechase。
  Thehorseswhohadruninthelastracewerebeingledhome,steamingandexhausted,bythestableboys,andoneafteranotherthefreshhorsesforthecomingracemadetheirappearance,forthemostpartEnglishracers,wearinghorseclothsandlookingwiththeirdrawn-upbellieslikestrange,hugebirds。OntherightFrou-Frouwasledin,leanandbeautiful,liftingupherelastic,ratherlongpasterns,asthoughmovedbysprings。Notfarfromhertheyweretakingthecaparisonoffthelop-caredGladiator。Thestrong,exquisite,perfectlycorrectlinesofthestallion,withhissuperbhindquartersandexcessivelyshortpasternsalmostoverhishoofs,attractedVronsky’sattentioninspiteofhimself。Hewouldhavegoneuptohismare,buthewasagaindetainedbyanacquaintance。
  `Oh,there’sKarenin!’saidtheacquaintancewithwhomhewaschatting。`He’slookingforhiswife,andshe’sinthemiddleofthepavilion。
  Didn’tyouseeher?’
  `No,Ididn’t,’answeredVronsky,andwithoutevenglancingroundtowardthepavilionwherehisfriendwaspointingoutMadameKarenina,hewentuptohismare。
  Vronskyhadnothadtimetolookatthesaddle,aboutwhichhehadtogivesomedirection,whentheentrantsweresummonedtothepaviliontoreceivetheirnumbersandplacesintherowatstarting。Seventeenofficers,lookingseriousandsevere,manywithpalefaces,mettogetherinthepavilionanddrewthenumbers。Vronskydrewnumber7。Thecrywasheard:`Mount!’
  Feelingthat,withtheothersridingintherace,hewasthecenteruponwhichalleyeswerefastened,Vronskywalkeduptohismareinthatstateofnervoustensioninwhichheusuallybecamedilatoryandcalminhismovements。Cord,inhonoroftheraces,hadputonhisbestclothes,ablackcoatbuttonedup,astifflystarchedcollar,whichproppeduphischeeks,ablackbowlerandHessianboots。Hewascalmanddignifiedasever,andwaswithhisownhandsholdingFrou-Froubybothreins,standingstraightinfrontofher。Frou-Frouwasstilltremblingasthoughinafever。Hereye,fulloffire,glancedsidewaysatVronsky。Vronskyslippedhisfingerunderthesaddlegirth。Themareglancedaslantathim,drewupherlip,andtwitchedherear。TheEnglishmanpuckereduphislips,intendingtoindicateasmilethatanyoneshouldverifyhissaddling。
  `Getup;youwon’tfeelsoexcited。’
  Vronskylookedroundforthelasttimeathisrivals。Heknewthathewouldnotseethemduringtherace。Twowerealreadyridingforwardtothepointfromwhichtheyweretostart。Galtsin,afriendofVronsky’sandoneofhismoreformidablerivals,wasmovingroundabayhorsethatwouldnotlethimmount。Alittlehussarofthelifeguardsintightridingbreechesrodeoffatagallop,croucheduplikeacatovertheporridge,inimitationofEnglishjockeys。PrinceKuzovlevsatwithawhitefaceonhisthoroughbredmarefromtheGrabovskystud,whileanEnglishgroomledherbythebridle。VronskyandallhiscomradesknewKuzovlevandhispeculiarityof`weaknerves’andterriblevanity。Theyknewthathewasafraidofeverything-afraidofridingalinehorse。Butnow,justbecauseitwasterrible,becausepeoplebroketheirnecks,andtherewasadoctorstandingateachobstacle,andanambulancewithacrossonit,andasisterofmercy,hehadmadeuphismindtotakepartintherace。Theireyesmet,andVronskygavehimafriendlyandencouragingnod。Onlyonehedidnotsee,hischiefrival,MakhotinonGladiator。
  `Don’tbeinahurry,’saidCordtoVronsky,`andrememberonething:don’tholdherinatthefences,anddon’turgeheron;lethergoasshelikes。’
  `Allright,allright,’saidVronsky,takingthereins。
  `Ifyoucan,leadtherace;butdon’tlosehearttillthelastminute,evenifyou’rebehind。’
  Beforethemarehadtimetomove,Vronskysteppedwithanagile,vigorousmovementintothesteel-toothedstirrup,andlightlyandfirmlyplacedhiscompactedbodyonthecreakingleatherofthesaddle。Gettinghisrightfootinthestirrup,hewithhabitualmovingsmoothedthedoublereinsbetweenhisfingers,andCordletgo。Asthoughshedidnotknowwhichfoottoputfirst,Frou-Froustarted,draggingatthereinswithherlongneck,andasthoughshewereonsprings,shakingherriderfromsidetoside。Cordquickenedhisstep,followinghim。Theexcitedmare,tryingtodeceiveherrider,pulledatthereins,firstononesideandthentheother,andVronskytriedinvainwithvoiceandhandtosootheher。
  Theywerejustreachingthedammed-upstreamontheirwaytothestartingpoint。Severaloftheriderswereinfrontandseveralbehind,whensuddenlyVronskyheardthesoundofahorsegallopinginthebehindhim,andhewasovertakenbyMakhotinonhiswhite-legged,lop-earedGladiator。
  Makhotinsmiled,showinghislongteeth,butVronskylookedathimangrily。
  Hedidnotlikehim,andregardedhimnowashismostformidablerival。
  Hewasangrywithhimforgallopingpastandexcitinghismare。Frou-Froustartedintoagallop,herleftfootforward,madetwobounds,andfrettingatthetightenedreins,passedintoajoltingtrot,bumpingherriderupanddown。Cord,too,scowled,andfollowedVronskyalmostambling。
  [NextChapter][TableofContents]TOLSTOY:AnnaKareninaPart2,Chapter25[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]Chapter25Therewereseventeenofficersinallridinginthisrace。Theracecoursewasalargefour-verstaringintheformofanellipseinfrontofthepavilion。Onthiscoursenineobstacleshadbeenarranged:thestream,abigandsolidbarriertwoarsheeneshigh,justbeforethepavilion,adryditch,aditchfullofwater,aprecipitousslope,anIrishbarricadeoneofthemostdifficultobstacles,consistingofamoundfencedwithbrushwood,beyondwhichwasaditchoutofsightforthehorses,sothatthehorsehadtoclearbothobstaclesorpossiblybekilled;thentwomoreditchesfilledwithwater,andonedryone;andtheendoftheracewasjustfacingthepavilion。Buttheracebegannotinthering,butahundredarsheenesawayfromit,andinthatpartofthecoursewasthefirstobstacle,adammed-upstream,threearsheenesinbreadth,whichtheracerscouldleaporwadethroughastheypreferred。
  Threetimestheywererangedreadytostart,buteachtimesomehorsethrustitselfoutofline,andtheyhadtobeginagain。Thestarter,ColonelSestrin,wasbeginningtolosehistemper,whenatlast,forthefourthtime,heshouted`Away!’andtheridersstarted。
  Everyeye,everyoperaglass,wasturnedonthebrightlycoloredgroupofridersatthemomenttheywereinlinetostart。
  `They’reoff!They’restarting!’washeardonallsidesafterthehushofexpectation。
  Andlittlegroupsandsolitaryfiguresamongthepublicbeganrunningfromplacetoplacetogetabetterview。Intheveryfirstminutetheclosegroupofhorsemenspreadout,anditcouldbeseenthattheywereapproachingthestreamintwosandthreesandonebehindanother。
  Tothespectatorsitseemedasthoughtheyhadallstartedsimultaneously,buttotheracersthereweresecondsofdifferencethathadgreatvaluetothem。
  Frou-Frou,excitedandovernervous,hadlostthefirstmoment,andseveralhorseshadstartedbeforeher,butbeforereachingthestream,Vronsky,whowasholdinginthemarewithallhisforceasshetuggedatthebridle,easilyovertookthree,andtherewereleftinfrontofhimMakhotin’schestnutGladiator,whosehindquartersweremovinglightlyandrhythmicallyupanddownexactlyinfrontofVronsky,and,infrontofall,thedaintymareDianabearingthemoredeadthanaliveKuzovlev。
  ForthefirstinstantVronskywasnotmastereitherofhimselforhismare。Uptothefirstobstacle,thestream,hecouldnotguidethemotionsofhismare。
  GladiatorandDianacameuptoittogetherandalmostatthesameinstant;atastroketheyroseabovethestreamandflewacrosstotheotherside;Frou-Froudartedafterthemeasily,asifflying;butattheverymomentwhenVronskyfelthimselfintheair,hesuddenlysawalmostunderhismare’shoofsKuzovlev,whowasflounderingwithDianaonthefurthersideofthestream。Kuzovlevhadletgothereinsashetooktheleap,andthemarehadfallentogetherwithhimoverherhead。ThosedetailsVronskylearnedlater;atthemomentallhesawwasthatjustunderhim,whereFrou-Froumustalight,Diana’slegsorheadmightbeintheway。
  ButFrou-Froudrewupherlegsandbackintheveryactofleaping,likeafallingcat,and,clearingtheothermare,alightedbeyondher。
  `Oh,youdarling!’flashedthroughVronsky’shead。
  AftercrossingthestreamVronskyhadcompletecontrolofhismare,andbeganholdingherin,intendingtocrossthegreatbarrierbehindMakhotin,andtotrytoovertakehiminthecleargroundofabouttwohundredsazhenesthatfollowedit。
  ThegreatbarrierstoodjustinfrontoftheImperialPavilion。
  TheCzarandthewholeCourt,andcrowdsofpeople,wereallgazingatthem-athim,andatMakhotin,alengthaheadofhim,astheydrewnearthe`devil,’asthesolidbarrierwascalled。Vronskywasawareofthoseeyesfasteneduponhimfromallsides,buthesawnothingexcepttheearsandneckofhisownmare,thegroundracingtomeethim,andthebackandwhitelegsofGladiatorbeatingtimeswiftlybeforehim,andkeepingalwaysthesamedistanceahead。Gladiatorrose,withnosoundofknockingagainstanything。WithawaveofhisshorttailhedisappearedfromVronsky’ssight。
  `Bravo!’criedavoice。