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War And Peace
Vronskys Atlas had won the first prize. Levin
did not notice how the time passed at dinner.
"Ah! and here they are!" Stepan Arkadyevitch said towards the end
of dinner, leaning over the back of his chair and holding out his
hand to Vronsky, who came up with a tall officer of the Guards.
Vronskys face too beamed with the look of good-humored enjoyment
that was general in the club. He propped his elbow playfully on
Stepan Arkadyevitchs shoulder, whispering something to him, and
he held out his hand to Levin with the same good-humored smile.
"Very glad to meet you," he said. "I looked out for you at the
election, but I was told you had gone away."
"Yes, I left the same day. Weve just been talking of your
horse. I congratulate you," said Levin. "It was very rapidly
"Yes; youve race horses too, havent you?"
"No, my father had; but I remember and know something about it."
"Where have you dined?" asked Stepan Arkadyevitch.
"We were at the second table, behind the columns."
"Weve been celebrating his success," said the tall colonel.
"Its his second Imperial prize. I wish I might have the luck at
cards he has with horses. Well, why waste the precious time?
Im going to the infernal regions," added the colonel, and he
"Thats Yashvin," Vronsky said in answer to Turovtsin, and he sat
down in the vacated seat beside them. He drank the glass offered
him, and ordered a bottle of wine. Under the influence of the
club atmosphere or the wine he had drunk, Levin chatted away to
Vronsky of the best breeds of cattle, and was very glad not to
feel the slightest hostility to this man. He even told him,
among other things, that he had heard from his wife that she had
met him at Princess Marya Borissovnas.
"Ah, Princess Marya Borissovna, shes exquisite!" said Stepan
Arkadyevitch, and he told an anecdote about her which set them
all laughing. Vronsky particularly laughed with such
simplehearted amusement that Levin felt quite reconciled to him.
"Well, have we finished?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, getting up
with a smile. "Let us go."
Getting up from the table, Levin walked with Gagin through the
lofty room to the billiard room, feeling his arms swing as he
walked with a peculiar lightness and ease. As he crossed the big
room, he came upon his father-in-law.
"Well, how do you like our Temple of Indolence?" said the prince,
taking his arm. "Come along, come along!"
"Yes, I wanted to walk about and look at everything. Its
"Yes, its interesting for you. But its interest for me is quite
different. You look at those little old men now," he said,
pointing to a club member with bent back and projecting lip,
shuffling towards them in his soft boots, "and imagine that they
were _shlupiks_ like that from their birth up."
"I see you dont know that name. Thats our club designation.
You know the game of rolling eggs: when ones rolled a long while
it becomes a _shlupik_. So it is with us; one goes on coming and
coming to the club, and ends by becoming a _shlupik_. Ah, you
laugh! but we look out, for fear of dropping into it ourselves.
You know Prince Tchetchensky?" inquired the prince; and Levin saw
by his face that he was just going to relate something funny.
"No, I dont know him."
"You dont say so! Well, Prince Tchetchensky is a well-known
figure. No matter, though. Hes always playing billiards here.
Only three years ago he was not a _shlupik_ and kept up his spirits
and even used to call other people _shlupiks_. But one day he
turns up, and our porter...you know Vassily? Why, that fat one;
hes famous for his _bon mots_. And so Prince Tchetchensky asks
him, Come, Vassily, whos here? Any _shlupiks_ here yet? And he
says, Youre the third. Yes, my dear boy, that he did!"
Talking and greeting the friends they met, Levin and the prince
walked through all the rooms: the great room where tables had
already been set, and the usual partners were playing for small
stakes; the divan room, where they were playing chess, and Sergey
Ivanovitch was sitting talking to somebody; the billiard room,
where, about a sofa in a recess, there was a lively party
drinking champagne--Gagin was one of them. They peeped into the
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