| PART 8
Chapter 15
 "Do you know, Kostya, with whom Sergey Ivanovitch traveled on his
 way here?" said Dolly, doling out cucumbers and honey to the
 children; "with Vronsky!  He's going to Servia." "And not alone; he's taking a squadron out with him at his own
 expense," said Katavasov. "That's the right thing for him," said Levin.  "Are volunteers
 still going out then?" he added, glancing at Sergey Ivanovitch. Sergey Ivanovitch did not answer.  He was carefully with a blunt
 knife getting a live bee covered with sticky honey out of a cup
 full of white honeycomb. "I should think sol You should have seen what was going on at the
 station yesterday!" said Katavasov, biting with a juicy sound
 into a cucumber. "Well, what is one to make of it?  For mercy's sake, do explain
 to me, Sergey Ivanovitch, where are all those volunteers going,
 whom are they fighting with?" asked the old prince, unmistakably
 taking up a conversation that had sprung up in Levin's absence. "With the Turks," Sergey Ivanovitch answered, smiling serenely,
 as he extricated the bee, dark with honey and helplessly kicking,
 and put it with the knife on a stout aspen leaf. "But who has declared war on the Turks?--Ivan Ivanovitch Ragozov
 and Countess Lidia Ivanovna, assisted by Madame Stahl?" "No one has declared war, but people sympathize with their
 neighbors' sufferings and are eager to help them," said Sergey
 Ivanovitch. "But the prince is not speaking of help," said Levin, coming to
 the assistance of his father-in-law, "but of war.  The prince
 says that private persons cannot take part in war without the
 permission of the government." "Kostya, mind, that's a bee!  Really, they'll sting us!" said
 Dolly, waving away a wasp. "But that's not a bee, it's a wasp," said Levin. |