Sayfa 169 / 2288

A smart guard jumped out, giving a whistle, and after him one by

one the impatient passengers began to get down: an officer of the

guards, holding himself erect, and looking severely about him; a

nimble little merchant with a satchel, smiling gaily; a peasant

with a sack over his shoulder.

Vronsky, standing beside Oblonsky, watched the carriages and the

passengers, totally oblivious of his mother. What he had just

heard about Kitty excited and delighted him. Unconsciously he

arched his chest, and his eyes flashed. He felt himself a

conqueror.

"Countess Vronskaya is in that compartment," said the smart

guard, going up to Vronsky.