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Updated: June 26, 2025


"Impossible!" he cried, at the news that Laura had flung over Fertinghof and had made up to Mileev. "And is he as stupid and pleased as ever? Well, and how's Buzulukov?" "Oh, there is a tale about Buzulukov simply lovely!" cried Petritsky. "You know his weakness for balls, and he never misses a single court ball. He went to a big ball in a new helmet. Have you seen the new helmets?

"Stop!" cried Petritsky to Vronsky as he was just going out. "Your brother left a letter and a note for you. Wait a bit; where are they?" Vronsky stopped. "Well, where are they?" "Where are they? That's just the question!" said Petritsky solemnly, moving his forefinger upwards from his nose. "Come, tell me; this is silly!" said Vronsky smiling. "I have not lighted the fire. Here somewhere about."

Yes yes yes.... Here it is!" and Petritsky pulled a letter out from under the mattress, where he had hidden it. Vronsky took the letter and his brother's note. It was the letter he was expecting from his mother, reproaching him for not having been to see her and the note was from his brother to say that he must have a little talk with him. Vronsky knew that it was all about the same thing.

Petritsky, whom he liked, was implicated in the affair, and the other culprit was a capital fellow and first-rate comrade, who had lately joined the regiment, the young Prince Kedrov. And what was most important, the interests of the regiment were involved in it too. Both the young men were in Vronsky's company.

On waking up the day after the races, Vronsky put on a white linen coat, and without shaving or taking his bath, he distributed about the table moneys, bills, and letters, and set to work. Petritsky, who knew he was ill-tempered on such occasions, on waking up and seeing his comrade at the writing-table, quietly dressed and went out without getting in his way.

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