Страница 492 из 2288

"Oh, then you can afford to lose over me," said Vronsky,

laughing. (Yashvin had bet heavily on Vronsky in the races.)

"No chance of my losing. Mahotin's the only one that's risky."

And the conversation passed to forecasts of the coming race, the

only thing Vronsky could think of just now.

"Come along, I've finished," said Vronsky, and getting up he went

to the door. Yashvin got up too, stretching his long legs and his

long back.

"It's too early for me to dine, but I must have a drink. I'll

come along directly. Hi, wine!" he shouted, in his rich voice,

that always rang out so loudly at drill, and set the windows

shaking now.

"No, all right," he shouted again immediately after. "You're

going home, so I'll go with you."

And he walked out with Vronsky.

Chapter 20

Vronsky was staying in a roomy, clean, Finnish hut, divided into

two by a partition. Petritsky lived with him in camp too.

Petritsky was asleep when Vronsky and Yashvin came into the hut.