Page 1669 - ANNA KARENINA

Anna Karenina

that man’s fate. Do talk to him a little on the way,’ said
the princess.
‘Yes, perhaps, if it happens so.’
‘I never liked him. But this atones for a great deal. He’s

not merely going himself, he’s taking a squadron at his
own expense.’
‘Yes, so I heard.’
A bell sounded. Everyone crowded to the doors.’Here
he is!’ said the princess, indicating Vronsky, who with his
mother on his arm walked by, wearing a long overcoat
and wide-brimmed black hat. Oblonsky was walking
beside him, talking eagerly of something.
Vronsky was frowning and looking straight before him,
as though he did not hear what Stepan Arkadyevitch was
saying.
Probably on Oblonsky’s pointing them out, he looked
round in the direction where the princess and Sergey
Ivanovitch were standing, and without speaking lifted his
hat. His face, aged and worn by suffering, looked stony.
Going onto the platform, Vronsky left his mother and
disappeared into a compartment.
On the platform there rang out ‘God save the Tsar,’
then shouts of ‘hurrah!’ and ‘jivio!’ One of the volunteers,
a tall, very young man with a hollow chest, was

1668 of 1759