| PART 8
Chapter 2
 Sergey Ivanovitch and Katavasov had only just reached the station
 of the Kursk line, which was particularly busy and full of
 people that day, when, looking round for the groom who was
 following with their things, they saw a party of volunteers
 driving up in four cabs.  Ladies met them with bouquets of
 flowers, and followed by the rushing crowd they went into the
 station. One of the ladies, who had met the volunteers, came out of the
 hall and addressed Sergey Ivanovitch. "You too come to see them off?" she asked in French. "No, I'm going away myself, princess.  To my brother's for a
 holiday.  Do you always see them of?" said Sergey Ivanovitch with
 a hardly perceptible smile. "Oh, that would be impossible!" answered the princess.  "Is it
 true that eight hundred have been sent from us already?
 Malvinsky wouldn't believe me." "More than eight hundred.  If you reckon those who have been sent
 not directly from Moscow, over a thousand," answered Sergey
 Ivanovitch. "There! That's just what I said!" exclaimed the lady.  "And it's
 true too, I suppose, that more than a million has been
 subscribed?" "Yes, princess." "What do you say to today's telegram?  Beaten the Turks again." "Yes, so I saw," answered Sergey Ivanovitch.  They were speaking
 of the last telegram stating that the Turks had been for three
 days in succession beaten at all points and put to flight, and
 that tomorrow a decisive engagement was expected. "Ah, by the way, a splendid young fellow has asked leave to go,
 and they've made some difficulty, I don't know why.  I meant to
 ask you; I know him; please write a note about his case.  He's
 being sent by Countess Lidia Ivanovna." |