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“
To
be
sure
,
and
manage
that
your
hand
may
not
be
far
from
his
lips
.
He
’
ll
kiss
your
hand
,
and
all
will
end
satisfactorily
,
”
answered
Vronsky
.
“
So
at
the
Français
!
”
and
,
with
a
rustle
of
her
skirts
,
she
vanished
.
Kamerovsky
got
up
too
,
and
Vronsky
,
not
waiting
for
him
to
go
,
shook
hands
and
went
off
to
his
dressing
-
room
.
While
he
was
washing
,
Petritsky
described
to
him
in
brief
outlines
his
position
,
as
far
as
it
had
changed
since
Vronsky
had
left
Petersburg
.
No
money
at
all
.
His
father
said
he
wouldn
’
t
give
him
any
and
pay
his
debts
.
His
tailor
was
trying
to
get
him
locked
up
,
and
another
fellow
,
too
,
was
threatening
to
get
him
locked
up
.
The
colonel
of
the
regiment
had
announced
that
if
these
scandals
did
not
cease
he
would
have
to
leave
.
As
for
the
baroness
,
he
was
sick
to
death
of
her
,
especially
since
she
’
d
taken
to
offering
continually
to
lend
him
money
.
But
he
had
found
a
girl
—
he
’
d
show
her
to
Vronsky
—
a
marvel
,
exquisite
,
in
the
strict
Oriental
style
,
“
genre
of
the
slave
Rebecca
,
don
’
t
you
know
.
”
He
’
d
had
a
row
,
too
,
with
Berkoshov
,
and
was
going
to
send
seconds
to
him
,
but
of
course
it
would
come
to
nothing
.
Altogether
everything
was
supremely
amusing
and
jolly
.
And
,
not
letting
his
comrade
enter
into
further
details
of
his
position
,
Petritsky
proceeded
to
tell
him
all
the
interesting
news
.
As
he
listened
to
Petritsky
’
s
familiar
stories
in
the
familiar
setting
of
the
rooms
he
had
spent
the
last
three
years
in
,
Vronsky
felt
a
delightful
sense
of
coming
back
to
the
careless
Petersburg
life
that
he
was
used
to
.
“
Impossible
!
”
he
cried
,
letting
down
the
pedal
of
the
washing
basin
in
which
he
had
been
sousing
his
healthy
red
neck
.
“
Impossible
!
”
he
cried
,
at
the
news
that
Laura
had
flung
over
Fertinghof
and
had
made
up
to
Mileev
.
“
And
is
he
as
stupid
and
pleased
as
ever
?
Well
,
and
how
’
s
Buzulukov
?
”
“
Oh
,
there
is
a
tale
about
Buzulukov
—
simply
lovely
!
”
cried
Petritsky
.
“
You
know
his
weakness
for
balls
,
and
he
never
misses
a
single
court
ball
.
He
went
to
a
big
ball
in
a
new
helmet
.
Have
you
seen
the
new
helmets
?
Very
nice
,
lighter
.
Well
,
so
he
’
s
standing
.
.
.
.
No
,
I
say
,
do
listen
.
”
“
I
am
listening
,
”
answered
Vronsky
,
rubbing
himself
with
a
rough
towel
.
“
Up
comes
the
Grand
Duchess
with
some
ambassador
or
other
,
and
,
as
ill
-
luck
would
have
it
,
she
begins
talking
to
him
about
the
new
helmets
.
The
Grand
Duchess
positively
wanted
to
show
the
new
helmet
to
the
ambassador
.
They
see
our
friend
standing
there
.
”
(
Petritsky
mimicked
how
he
was
standing
with
the
helmet
.
)
“
The
Grand
Duchess
asked
him
to
give
her
the
helmet
;
he
doesn
’
t
give
it
to
her
.
What
do
you
think
of
that
?
Well
,
everyone
’
s
winking
at
him
,
nodding
,
frowning
—
give
it
to
her
,
do
!
He
doesn
’
t
give
it
to
her
.
He
’
s
mute
as
a
fish
.
Only
picture
it
!
.
.
.
Well
,
the
.
.
what
’
s
his
name
,
whatever
he
was
.
.
.
tries
to
take
the
helmet
from
him
.
.
.
he
won
’
t
give
it
up
!
.
.
.
He
pulls
it
from
him
,
and
hands
it
to
the
Grand
Duchess
.
‘
Here
,
your
Highness
,
’
says
he
,
‘
is
the
new
helmet
.
’
She
turned
the
helmet
the
other
side
up
,
And
—
just
picture
it
!
—
plop
went
a
pear
and
sweetmeats
out
of
it
,
two
pounds
of
sweetmeats
!
.
.
.
He
’
d
been
storing
them
up
,
the
darling
!
”
