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“
Ah
!
”
responded
Yashvin
.
Yashvin
,
a
gambler
and
a
rake
,
a
man
not
merely
without
moral
principles
,
but
of
immoral
principles
,
Yashvin
was
Vronsky
’
s
greatest
friend
in
the
regiment
.
Vronsky
liked
him
both
for
his
exceptional
physical
strength
,
which
he
showed
for
the
most
part
by
being
able
to
drink
like
a
fish
,
and
do
without
sleep
without
being
in
the
slightest
degree
affected
by
it
;
and
for
his
great
strength
of
character
,
which
he
showed
in
his
relations
with
his
comrades
and
superior
officers
,
commanding
both
fear
and
respect
,
and
also
at
cards
,
when
he
would
play
for
tens
of
thousands
and
however
much
he
might
have
drunk
,
always
with
such
skill
and
decision
that
he
was
reckoned
the
best
player
in
the
English
Club
.
Vronsky
respected
and
liked
Yashvin
particularly
because
he
felt
Yashvin
liked
him
,
not
for
his
name
and
his
money
,
but
for
himself
.
And
of
all
men
he
was
the
only
one
with
whom
Vronsky
would
have
liked
to
speak
of
his
love
.
He
felt
that
Yashvin
,
in
spite
of
his
apparent
contempt
for
every
sort
of
feeling
,
was
the
only
man
who
could
,
so
he
fancied
,
comprehend
the
intense
passion
which
now
filled
his
whole
life
.
Moreover
,
he
felt
certain
that
Yashvin
,
as
it
was
,
took
no
delight
in
gossip
and
scandal
,
and
interpreted
his
feeling
rightly
,
that
is
to
say
,
knew
and
believed
that
this
passion
was
not
a
jest
,
not
a
pastime
,
but
something
more
serious
and
important
.
Vronsky
had
never
spoken
to
him
of
his
passion
,
but
he
was
aware
that
he
knew
all
about
it
,
and
that
he
put
the
right
interpretation
on
it
,
and
he
was
glad
to
see
that
in
his
eyes
.
“
Ah
!
yes
,
”
he
said
,
to
the
announcement
that
Vronsky
had
been
at
the
Tverskoys
’
;
and
his
black
eyes
shining
,
he
plucked
at
his
left
mustache
,
and
began
twisting
it
into
his
mouth
,
a
bad
habit
he
had
.
“
Well
,
and
what
did
you
do
yesterday
?
Win
anything
?
”
asked
Vronsky
.
“
Eight
thousand
.
But
three
don
’
t
count
;
he
won
’
t
pay
up
.
”
“
Oh
,
then
you
can
afford
to
lose
over
me
,
”
said
Vronsky
,
laughing
.
(
Yashvin
had
bet
heavily
on
Vronsky
in
the
races
.
)
“
No
chance
of
my
losing
.
Mahotin
’
s
the
only
one
that
’
s
risky
.
”
And
the
conversation
passed
to
forecasts
of
the
coming
race
,
the
only
thing
Vronsky
could
think
of
just
now
.
