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Shtcherbatsky and Tchirikov, supporting the crowns and stumbling over the bride's train, smiling too and seeming delighted at something, were at one moment left behind, at the next treading on the bridal pair as the priest came to a halt. The spark of joy kindled in Kitty seemed to have infected everyone in the church.
Again they were puzzled, and passed the rings from hand to hand, still without doing what was expected. Dolly, Tchirikov, and Stepan Arkadyevitch stepped forward to set them right.
"How silly men are, though, in this position," he said to Tchirikov, when Levin, after looking absently at him, had moved back to his bride. "Kitty, mind you're the first to step on the carpet," said Countess Nordston, coming up. "You're a nice person!" she said to Levin. "Aren't you frightened, eh?" said Marya Dmitrievna, an old aunt. "Are you cold? You're pale.
"Of course there is, but it isn't confessed," said Katavasov, and he broke into loud laughter. "Oh, well, the window's open. Let's start off this instant to Tver! There's a big she-bear; one can go right up to the lair. Seriously, let's go by the five o'clock! And here let them do what they like," said Tchirikov, smiling.
You care about farming, hunting, well, you'd better look out!" "Arhip was here today; he said there were a lot of elks in Prudno, and two bears," said Tchirikov. "Well, you must go and get them without me." "Ah, that's the truth," said Sergey Ivanovitch. "And you may say good-bye to bear-hunting for the future your wife won't allow it!" Levin smiled.
The picture of his wife not letting him go was so pleasant that he was ready to renounce the delights of looking upon bears forever. "Still, it's a pity they should get those two bears without you. Do you remember last time at Hapilovo? That was a delightful hunt!" said Tchirikov.
Katavasov, feeling his originality was appreciated and understood, made the most of it. Tchirikov always gave a lively and good-humored support to conversation of any sort. "See, now," said Katavasov, drawling his words from a habit acquired in the lecture-room, "what a capable fellow was our friend Konstantin Dmitrievitch. I'm not speaking of present company, for he's absent.
Yergunov remembered that to the right of the road, three and a half or four miles from the hospital, there was Andrey Tchirikov's tavern. He remembered, too, that this Tchirikov, who had been lately killed by some sledge-drivers, had left a wife and a daughter called Lyubka, who had come to the hospital two years before as a patient.
These were Sergey Ivanovitch, Katavasov, a university friend, now professor of natural science, whom Levin had met in the street and insisted on taking home with him, and Tchirikov, his best man, a Moscow conciliation-board judge, Levin's companion in his bear-hunts. The dinner was a very merry one: Sergey Ivanovitch was in his happiest mood, and was much amused by Katavasov's originality.
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