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He
had
gone
out
as
far
as
the
first
step
of
the
balcony
and
was
loudly
shouting
across
the
band
that
played
Offenbach
’
s
quadrille
,
waving
his
arms
and
giving
some
orders
to
a
few
soldiers
standing
on
one
side
.
A
group
of
soldiers
,
a
quartermaster
,
and
several
subalterns
came
up
to
the
balcony
with
Vronsky
.
The
colonel
returned
to
the
table
,
went
out
again
onto
the
steps
with
a
tumbler
in
his
hand
,
and
proposed
the
toast
,
“
To
the
health
of
our
former
comrade
,
the
gallant
general
,
Prince
Serpuhovskoy
.
Hurrah
!
”
The
colonel
was
followed
by
Serpuhovskoy
,
who
came
out
onto
the
steps
smiling
,
with
a
glass
in
his
hand
.
“
You
always
get
younger
,
Bondarenko
,
”
he
said
to
the
rosy
-
checked
,
smart
-
looking
quartermaster
standing
just
before
him
,
still
youngish
looking
though
doing
his
second
term
of
service
.
It
was
three
years
since
Vronsky
had
seen
Serpuhovskoy
.
He
looked
more
robust
,
had
let
his
whiskers
grow
,
but
was
still
the
same
graceful
creature
,
whose
face
and
figure
were
even
more
striking
from
their
softness
and
nobility
than
their
beauty
.
The
only
change
Vronsky
detected
in
him
was
that
subdued
,
continual
radiance
of
beaming
content
which
settles
on
the
faces
of
men
who
are
successful
and
are
sure
of
the
recognition
of
their
success
by
everyone
.
Vronsky
knew
that
radiant
air
,
and
immediately
observed
it
in
Serpuhovskoy
.
As
Serpuhovskoy
came
down
the
steps
he
saw
Vronsky
.
A
smile
of
pleasure
lighted
up
his
face
.
He
tossed
his
head
upwards
and
waved
the
glass
in
his
hand
,
greeting
Vronsky
,
and
showing
him
by
the
gesture
that
he
could
not
come
to
him
before
the
quartermaster
,
who
stood
craning
forward
his
lips
ready
to
be
kissed
.
“
Here
he
is
!
”
shouted
the
colonel
.
“
Yashvin
told
me
you
were
in
one
of
your
gloomy
tempers
.
”
Serpuhovskoy
kissed
the
moist
,
fresh
lips
of
the
gallant
-
looking
quartermaster
,
and
wiping
his
mouth
with
his
handkerchief
,
went
up
to
Vronsky
.
“
How
glad
I
am
!
”
he
said
,
squeezing
his
hand
and
drawing
him
on
one
side
.
“
You
look
after
him
,
”
the
colonel
shouted
to
Yashvin
,
pointing
to
Vronsky
;
and
he
went
down
below
to
the
soldiers
.
