Anna karenina, p.54
Anna Karenina, p.54graf Leo Tolstoy
Vronsky was staying in a roomy, clean, Finnish hut, divided into two bya partition. Petritsky lived with him in camp too. Petritsky was asleepwhen Vronsky and Yashvin came into the hut.
"Get up, don't go on sleeping," said Yashvin, going behind the partitionand giving Petritsky, who was lying with ruffled hair and with his nosein the pillow, a prod on the shoulder.
Petritsky jumped up suddenly onto his knees and looked round.
"Your brother's been here," he said to Vronsky. "He waked me up, damnhim, and said he'd look in again." And pulling up the rug he flunghimself back on the pillow. "Oh, do shut up, Yashvin!" he said, gettingfurious with Yashvin, who was pulling the rug off him. "Shut up!" Heturned over and opened his eyes. "You'd better tell me what to drink;such a nasty taste in my mouth, that..."
"Brandy's better than anything," boomed Yashvin. "Tereshtchenko! brandyfor your master and cucumbers," he shouted, obviously taking pleasure inthe sound of his own voice.
"Brandy, do you think? Eh?" queried Petritsky, blinking and rubbing hiseyes. "And you'll drink something? All right then, we'll have a drinktogether! Vronsky, have a drink?" said Petritsky, getting up andwrapping the tiger-skin rug round him. He went to the door of thepartition wall, raised his hands, and hummed in French, "There was aking in Thule." "Vronsky, will you have a drink?"
"Go along," said Vronsky, putting on the coat his valet handed to him.
"Where are you off to?" asked Yashvin. "Oh, here are your three horses,"he added, seeing the carriage drive up.
"To the stables, and I've got to see Bryansky, too, about the horses,"said Vronsky.
Vronsky had as a fact promised to call at Bryansky's, some eight milesfrom Peterhof, and to bring him some money owing for some horses; and hehoped to have time to get that in too. But his comrades were at onceaware that he was not only going there.
Petritsky, still humming, winked and made a pout with his lips, asthough he would say: "Oh, yes, we know your Bryansky."
"Mind you're not late!" was Yashvin's only comment; and to change theconversation: "How's my roan? is he doing all right?" he inquired,looking out of the window at the middle one of the three horses, whichhe had sold Vronsky.
"Stop!" cried Petritsky to Vronsky as he was just going out. "Yourbrother left a letter and a note for you. Wait a bit; where are they?"
"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."
"Come, enough fooling! Where is the letter?"
"No, I've forgotten really. Or was it a dream? Wait a bit, wait a bit!But what's the use of getting in a rage. If you'd drunk four bottlesyesterday as I did you'd forget where you were lying. Wait a bit, I'llremember!"
Petritsky went behind the partition and lay down on his bed.
"Wait a bit! This was how I was lying, and this was how he was standing.Yes--yes--yes.... Here it is!"--and Petritsky pulled a letter out fromunder the mattress, where he had hidden it.
Vronsky took the letter and his brother's note. It was the letter he wasexpecting--from his mother, reproaching him for not having been to seeher--and the note was from his brother to say that he must have a littletalk with him. Vronsky knew that it was all about the same thing. "Whatbusiness is it of theirs!" thought Vronsky, and crumpling up the lettershe thrust them between the buttons of his coat so as to read themcarefully on the road. In the porch of the hut he was met by twoofficers; one of his regiment and one of another.
Vronsky's quarters were always a meeting place for all the officers.
"Where are you off to?"
"I must go to Peterhof."
"Has the mare come from Tsarskoe?"
"Yes, but I've not seen her yet."
"They say Mahotin's Gladiator's lame."
"Nonsense! But however are you going to race in this mud?" said theother.
"Here are my saviors!" cried Petritsky, seeing them come in. Before himstood the orderly with a tray of brandy and salted cucumbers. "Here'sYashvin ordering me to drink a pick-me-up."
"Well, you did give it to us yesterday," said one of those who had comein; "you didn't let us get a wink of sleep all night."
"Oh, didn't we make a pretty finish!" said Petritsky. "Volkov climbedonto the roof and began telling us how sad he was. I said: 'Let's havemusic, the funeral march!' He fairly dropped asleep on the roof over thefuneral march."
"Drink it up; you positively must drink the brandy, and then seltzerwater and a lot of lemon," said Yashvin, standing over Petritsky like amother making a child take medicine, "and then a little champagne--justa small bottle."
"Come, there's some sense in that. Stop a bit, Vronsky. We'll all have adrink."
"No; good-bye all of you. I'm not going to drink today."
"Why, are you gaining weight? All right, then we must have it alone.Give us the seltzer water and lemon."
"Vronsky!" shouted someone when he was already outside.
"You'd better get your hair cut, it'll weigh you down, especially at thetop."
Vronsky was in fact beginning, prematurely, to get a little bald. Helaughed gaily, showing his even teeth, and pulling his cap over the thinplace, went out and got into his carriage.
"To the stables!" he said, and was just pulling out the letters to readthem through, but he thought better of it, and put off reading them soas not to distract his attention before looking at the mare. "Later!"
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