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“
O
sancta
simplicitas
!
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
and
briefly
and
clearly
he
explained
it
to
Levin
.
If
,
as
at
previous
elections
,
all
the
districts
asked
the
marshal
of
the
province
to
stand
,
then
he
would
be
elected
without
a
ballot
.
That
must
not
be
.
Now
eight
districts
had
agreed
to
call
upon
him
:
if
two
refused
to
do
so
,
Snetkov
might
decline
to
stand
at
all
;
and
then
the
old
party
might
choose
another
of
their
party
,
which
would
throw
them
completely
out
in
their
reckoning
.
But
if
only
one
district
,
Sviazhsky
’
s
,
did
not
call
upon
him
to
stand
,
Snetkov
would
let
himself
be
balloted
for
.
They
were
even
,
some
of
them
,
going
to
vote
for
him
,
and
purposely
to
let
him
get
a
good
many
votes
,
so
that
the
enemy
might
be
thrown
off
the
scent
,
and
when
a
candidate
of
the
other
side
was
put
up
,
they
too
might
give
him
some
votes
.
Levin
understood
to
some
extent
,
but
not
fully
,
and
would
have
put
a
few
more
questions
,
when
suddenly
everyone
began
talking
and
making
a
noise
and
they
moved
towards
the
big
room
.
“
What
is
it
?
eh
?
whom
?
”
“
No
guarantee
?
whose
?
what
?
”
“
They
won
’
t
pass
him
?
”
“
No
guarantee
?
”
“
They
won
’
t
let
Flerov
in
?
”
“
Eh
,
because
of
the
charge
against
him
?
”
“
Why
,
at
this
rate
,
they
won
’
t
admit
anyone
It
’
s
a
swindle
!
”
“
The
law
!
”
Levin
heard
exclamations
on
all
sides
,
and
he
moved
into
the
big
room
together
with
the
others
,
all
hurrying
somewhere
and
afraid
of
missing
something
.
Squeezed
by
the
crowding
noblemen
,
he
drew
near
the
high
table
where
the
marshal
of
the
province
,
Sviazhsky
,
and
the
other
leaders
were
hotly
disputing
about
something
.
Levin
was
standing
rather
far
off
.
A
nobleman
breathing
heavily
and
hoarsely
at
his
side
,
and
another
whose
thick
boots
were
creaking
,
prevented
him
from
hearing
distinctly
.
He
could
only
hear
the
soft
voice
of
the
marshal
faintly
,
then
the
shrill
voice
of
the
malignant
gentleman
,
and
then
the
voice
of
Sviazhsky
.
They
were
disputing
,
as
far
as
he
could
make
out
,
as
to
the
interpretation
to
be
put
on
the
act
and
the
exact
meaning
of
the
words
:
“
liable
to
be
called
up
for
trial
.
”
The
crowd
parted
to
make
way
for
Sergey
Ivanovitch
approaching
the
table
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
,
waiting
till
the
malignant
gentleman
had
finished
speaking
,
said
that
he
thought
the
best
solution
would
be
to
refer
to
the
act
itself
,
and
asked
the
secretary
to
find
the
act
.
The
act
said
that
in
case
of
difference
of
opinion
,
there
must
be
a
ballot
.
Sergey
Ivanovitch
read
the
act
and
began
to
explain
its
meaning
,
but
at
that
point
a
tall
,
stout
,
round
-
shouldered
landowner
,
with
dyed
whiskers
,
in
a
tight
uniform
that
cut
the
back
of
his
neck
,
interrupted
him
.
He
went
up
to
the
table
,
and
striking
it
with
his
finger
ring
,
he
shouted
loudly
:
“
A
ballot
!
Put
it
to
the
vote
!
No
need
for
more
talking
!
”
Then
several
voices
began
to
talk
all
at
once
,
and
the
tall
nobleman
with
the
ring
,
getting
more
and
more
exasperated
,
shouted
more
and
more
loudly
.
But
it
was
impossible
to
make
out
what
he
said
.
He
was
shouting
for
the
very
course
Sergey
Ivanovitch
had
proposed
;
but
it
was
evident
that
he
hated
him
and
all
his
party
,
and
this
feeling
of
hatred
spread
through
the
whole
party
and
roused
in
opposition
to
it
the
same
vindictiveness
,
though
in
a
more
seemly
form
,
on
the
other
side
.
Shouts
were
raised
,
and
for
a
moment
all
was
confusion
,
so
that
the
marshal
of
the
province
had
to
call
for
order
.
“
A
ballot
!
A
ballot
!
Every
nobleman
sees
it
!
We
shed
our
blood
for
our
country
!
.
.
.
The
confidence
of
the
monarch
.
.
.
.
No
checking
the
accounts
of
the
marshal
;
he
’
s
not
a
cashier
.
.
.
.
But
that
’
s
not
the
point
.
.
.
.
Votes
,
please
!
Beastly
!
.
.
.
”
shouted
furious
and
violent
voices
on
all
sides
.
Looks
and
faces
were
even
more
violent
and
furious
than
their
words
.
They
expressed
the
most
implacable
hatred
.
Levin
did
not
in
the
least
understand
what
was
the
matter
,
and
he
marveled
at
the
passion
with
which
it
was
disputed
whether
or
not
the
decision
about
Flerov
should
be
put
to
the
vote
.
He
forgot
,
as
Sergey
Ivanovitch
explained
to
him
afterwards
,
this
syllogism
:
that
it
was
necessary
for
the
public
good
to
get
rid
of
the
marshal
of
the
province
;
that
to
get
rid
of
the
marshal
it
was
necessary
to
have
a
majority
of
votes
;
that
to
get
a
majority
of
votes
it
was
necessary
to
secure
Flerov
’
s
right
to
vote
;
that
to
secure
the
recognition
of
Flerov
’
s
right
to
vote
they
must
decide
on
the
interpretation
to
be
put
on
the
act
.
“
And
one
vote
may
decide
the
whole
question
,
and
one
must
be
serious
and
consecutive
,
if
one
wants
to
be
of
use
in
public
life
,
”
concluded
Sergey
Ivanovitch
.
But
Levin
forgot
all
that
,
and
it
was
painful
to
him
to
see
all
these
excellent
persons
,
for
whom
he
had
a
respect
,
in
such
an
unpleasant
and
vicious
state
of
excitement
.
To
escape
from
this
painful
feeling
he
went
away
into
the
other
room
where
there
was
nobody
except
the
waiters
at
the
refreshment
bar
.
Seeing
the
waiters
busy
over
washing
up
the
crockery
and
setting
in
order
their
plates
and
wine
-
glasses
,
seeing
their
calm
and
cheerful
faces
,
Levin
felt
an
unexpected
sense
of
relief
as
though
he
had
come
out
of
a
stuffy
room
into
the
fresh
air
.
He
began
walking
up
and
down
,
looking
with
pleasure
at
the
waiters
.
He
particularly
liked
the
way
one
gray
-
whiskered
waiter
,
who
showed
his
scorn
for
the
other
younger
ones
and
was
jeered
at
by
them
,
was
teaching
them
how
to
fold
up
napkins
properly
.
Levin
was
just
about
to
enter
into
conversation
with
the
old
waiter
,
when
the
secretary
of
the
court
of
wardship
,
a
little
old
man
whose
specialty
it
was
to
know
all
the
noblemen
of
the
province
by
name
and
patronymic
,
drew
him
away
.
