Sergei Ivanovich and Katavassov had just reached the station of the Kursk line, which was particularly busy and full of people that day, when, looking round for the groom who was following with their things, they saw a party of volunteers driving up in four cabs. Ladies met them with bouquets of flowers, and, followed by the rushing crowd, they went into the station. .Cartier Love Ring.
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`Oh, that would be impossible!' answered the Princess. `Is it true that eight hundred have been sent from us already? Malvinsky wouldn't believe me.' .cartier love bracelet replica.
`More than eight hundred. If you reckon those who have been sent not directly from Moscow, over a thousand,' answered Sergei Ivanovich. .cartier love bracelet replica.
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`Yes, Princess.' ..
`What do you say to today's telegram? The Turks have been overwhelmed again.' ..
`Yes, so I saw,' answered Sergei Ivanovich. They were speaking of the last telegram stating that the Turks had been for three days in succession beaten at all points and put to flight, and that tomorrow a decisive engagement was expected. ..
`Ah, by the way, a splendid young fellow has asked leave to go, and they've made some difficulty - I don't know why. I meant to ask you; I know him; please write a note about his case. He's being sent by Countess Lidia Ivanovna.' ..
Sergei Ivanovich asked for all the details the Princess knew about the young man, and, going into the first-class waiting room, wrote a note to the person on whom the granting of leave of absence depended, and handed it to the Princess. ..
`You know Count Vronsky, the notorious one... is going by this train?' said the Princess with a smile full of triumph and meaning, when he found her again and gave her the letter. ..
`I had heard he was going, but I did not know when. By this train?' ..
`I've seen him. He's here: there's only his mother seeing him off. It's the best thing, anyway, that he could do.' ..
`Oh, yes, of course.'
While they were talking the crowd streamed by them toward the dining table. They went forward too, and heard a gentleman with a glass in his hand delivering a loud discourse to the volunteers. `In the service of religion, humanity, and our brethren,' the gentleman said, his voice growing louder and louder; `to this great cause mother Moscow dedicates you with her blessing. Jivio!' he concluded, concluded, loudly and tearfully.
Everyone shouted Jivio! and a fresh crowd dashed into the hall, almost carrying the Princess off her feet.
`Ah, Princess! That was something like!' said Stepan Arkadyevich, suddenly appearing in the midst of the crowd and beaming upon them with a delighted smile. `Capitally, warmly said, wasn't it? Bravo! And Sergei Ivanovich! Why, you ought to have said something - just a few words, you know, to encourage them; you do that so well,' he added with a soft, respectful, and discreet smile, moving Sergei Ivanovich forward a little by the arm.
`No, I'm just off.'
`To the country, to my brother's,' answered Sergei Ivanovich.
`Yes, I heard so,' answered Koznishev indifferently.
`It's a pity you're going away,' said Stepan Arkadyevich. `Tomorrow we're giving a dinner to two who are setting off - Dimer-Biartniansky from Peterburg and our Veslovsky, Grisha. They're both going. Veslovsky's only lately married. There's a fine fellow for you! Eh, Princess?' he turned to the lady.
The Princess looked at Koznishev without replying. But the fact that Sergei Ivanovich and the Princess seemed anxious to get rid of him did not in the least disconcert Stepan Arkadyevich. Smiling, he stared at the feather in the Princess's hat, and then about him as though he were going to pick something up. Seeing a lady approaching with a collection box, he beckoned her up and put in a five-rouble note.
`I can never see these collection boxes unmoved while I've money in my pocket,' he said. `And how about today's telegram? Fine chaps those Montenegrins!'
`You don't say so!' he cried, when the Princess told him that Vronsky was going by this train. For an instant Stepan Arkadyevich's face looked sad, but a minute later, when, stroking his whiskers and swinging as he walked, he went into the hall where Vronsky was, he had completely forgotten his own despairing sobs over his sister's corpse, and he saw in Vronsky only a hero and an old friend.
`With all his faults one can't refuse to do him justice,' said the Princess to Sergei Ivanovich, as soon as Stepan Arkadyevich had left them. `What a typically Russian, Slav nature! Only, I'm afraid it won't be pleasant for Vronsky to see him. Say what you will, I'm touched by that man's fate. Do talk to him a little on the way,' said the Princess.
`Yes, perhaps, if the occasion arises.'
`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 Arkadyevich was saying.
Probably on Oblonsky's pointing them out, he looked round in the direction where the Princess and Sergei Ivanovich 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 Czar,' then shouts of `Hurrah!' and `Jivio!' One of the volunteers, a tall, very young man with a hollow chest, was particularly conspicuous, bowing and waving his felt hat and a nosegay over his head. Then two officers emerged, bowing too, and a stout man with a big beard, wearing a greasy forage cap.
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