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“
It
is
over
,
”
answered
Vronsky
,
smiling
with
his
eyes
only
,
and
twirling
the
tips
of
his
mustaches
as
circumspectly
as
though
after
the
perfect
order
into
which
his
affairs
had
been
brought
any
over
-
bold
or
rapid
movement
might
disturb
it
.
“
You
’
re
always
just
as
if
you
’
d
come
out
of
a
bath
after
it
,
”
said
Petritsky
.
“
I
’
ve
come
from
Gritsky
’
s
”
(
that
was
what
they
called
the
colonel
)
;
“
they
’
re
expecting
you
.
”
Vronsky
,
without
answering
,
looked
at
his
comrade
,
thinking
of
something
else
.
“
Yes
;
is
that
music
at
his
place
?
”
he
said
,
listening
to
the
familiar
sounds
of
polkas
and
waltzes
floating
across
to
him
.
“
What
’
s
the
fête
?
”
“
Serpuhovskoy
’
s
come
.
”
“
Aha
!
”
said
Vronsky
,
“
why
,
I
didn
’
t
know
.
”
The
smile
in
his
eyes
gleamed
more
brightly
than
ever
.
Having
once
made
up
his
mind
that
he
was
happy
in
his
love
,
that
he
sacrificed
his
ambition
to
it
—
having
anyway
taken
up
this
position
,
Vronsky
was
incapable
of
feeling
either
envious
of
Serpuhovskoy
or
hurt
with
him
for
not
coming
first
to
him
when
he
came
to
the
regiment
.
Serpuhovskoy
was
a
good
friend
,
and
he
was
delighted
he
had
come
.
“
Ah
,
I
’
m
very
glad
!
”
The
colonel
,
Demin
,
had
taken
a
large
country
house
.
The
whole
party
were
in
the
wide
lower
balcony
.
In
the
courtyard
the
first
objects
that
met
Vronsky
’
s
eyes
were
a
band
of
singers
in
white
linen
coats
,
standing
near
a
barrel
of
vodka
,
and
the
robust
,
good
-
humored
figure
of
the
colonel
surrounded
by
officers
.
