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“
Come
,
tell
me
;
this
is
silly
!
”
said
Vronsky
smiling
.
“
I
have
not
lighted
the
fire
.
Here
somewhere
about
.
”
“
Come
,
enough
fooling
!
Where
is
the
letter
?
”
“
No
,
I
’
ve
forgotten
really
.
Or
was
it
a
dream
?
Wait
a
bit
,
wait
a
bit
!
But
what
’
s
the
use
of
getting
in
a
rage
.
If
you
’
d
drunk
four
bottles
yesterday
as
I
did
you
’
d
forget
where
you
were
lying
.
Wait
a
bit
,
I
’
ll
remember
!
”
Petritsky
went
behind
the
partition
and
lay
down
on
his
bed
.
“
Wait
a
bit
!
This
was
how
I
was
lying
,
and
this
was
how
he
was
standing
.
Yes
—
yes
—
yes
.
.
.
.
Here
it
is
!
”
—
and
Petritsky
pulled
a
letter
out
from
under
the
mattress
,
where
he
had
hidden
it
.
Vronsky
took
the
letter
and
his
brother
’
s
note
.
It
was
the
letter
he
was
expecting
—
from
his
mother
,
reproaching
him
for
not
having
been
to
see
her
—
and
the
note
was
from
his
brother
to
say
that
he
must
have
a
little
talk
with
him
.
Vronsky
knew
that
it
was
all
about
the
same
thing
.
“
What
business
is
it
of
theirs
!
”
thought
Vronsky
,
and
crumpling
up
the
letters
he
thrust
them
between
the
buttons
of
his
coat
so
as
to
read
them
carefully
on
the
road
.
In
the
porch
of
the
hut
he
was
met
by
two
officers
;
one
of
his
regiment
and
one
of
another
.
Vronsky
’
s
quarters
were
always
a
meeting
place
for
all
the
officers
.
“
Where
are
you
off
to
?
”
