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`Vodka's better than anything,' boomed Iashvin. `Tereshchenko! Vodka for your master and cucumbers,' he shouted, obviously taking pleasure in the sound of his own voice. .http://www.titelhelden.eu.
`Vodka, do you think? Eh?' queried Petritsky, blinking and rubbing his eyes. `And you'll drink something? All right then, we'll have a drink together! Vronsky, have a drink?' said Petritsky, getting up and wrapping the tiger-striped bedcover round him. He went to the door of the partition wall, raised his hands, and hummed in French: ``there was a king in Thu-u-le.'' Vronsky, will you have a drink?' .www.sebby.cc.
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`Where are you off to?' asked Iashvin. `Oh, here is your troika,' he added, seeing the carriage drive up. .giuseppe zanotti heels.
`To the stables, and I've got to see Briansky, too, about the horses,' said Vronsky. .Replica Christian Louboutin Shoes.
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`Mind you're not late!' was Iashvin's only comment; and, to change the conversation: `How's my roan? Is he doing all right?' he inquired, looking out of the window at the shaft horse, which he had sold to Vronsky. .www.sigmund-freud.co.uk.
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`Where are they? That's just the question!' said Petritsky solemnly, sliding his forefinger upward along his nose.
`Come, tell me; this is silly!' said Vronsky smiling.
`I haven't lighted the fire. They must be here somewhere.'
`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 bottles per man yesterday as I did, you'd forget where you were at. Wait a bit, I'll remember!'
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 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. `What business is it of theirs!' thought Vronsky, and crumpling up the letters he thrust them between the buttons of his coat so as to read them carefully on the road. In the porch of the hut he was met by two officers; 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 Makhotin's Gladiator's lame.'
`Nonsense! However, are you going to race in this mud?' said the other.
`Here are my saviors!' cried Petritsky, seeing them come in. Before him stood the batman with vodka and pickled cucumbers on a tray. `Here's Iashvin, ordering me to drink a pick-me-up.'
`Well, you did make it hot for us yesterday,' said one of those who had come in; `you didn't let us get a wink of sleep all night.'
`Oh, didn't we make a pretty finish!' said Petritsky. `Volkov climbed onto the roof and began telling us how sad he was. I said: ``Let's have music, the funeral march!'' He fairly dropped asleep on the roof over the funeral march.'
`Drink it up; you positively must drink the vodka, and then Seltzer water, and a lot of lemon,' said Iashvin, standing over Petritsky like a mother making a child take medicine, `and then a little champagne - just a wee bottle.'
`Come, there's some sense in that. Stop a bit, Vronsky. We'll all have a drink.'
`No; good-by, 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 the bald place.'
Vronsky was in fact beginning, prematurely, to get a little bald. He laughed gaily, showing his heavy teeth, and pulling his cap over the thin place, went out and got into his carriage.
`To the stables!' he said, and was just pulling out the letters to read them through, but thought better of it, and put off reading them so as not to distract his attention before looking at the mare. `Later on!...'
? Leo Tolstoy