| PART 2
Chapter 25
 There were seventeen officers in all riding in this race.  The
 race course was a large three-mile ring of the form of an ellipse
 in front of the pavilion.  On this course nine obstacles had been
 arranged: the stream, a big and solid barrier five feet high,
 just before the pavilion, a dry ditch, a ditch full of water, a
 precipitous slope, an Irish barricade (one of the most difficult
 obstacles, consisting of a mound fenced with brushwood, beyond
 which was a ditch out of sight for the horses, so that the horse
 had to clear both obstacles or might be killed); then two more
 ditches filled with water, and one dry one; and the end of the
 race was just facing the pavilion.  But the race began not in the
 ring, but two hundred yards away from it, and in that part of the
 course was the first obstacle, a dammed-up stream, seven feet in
 breadth, which the racers could leap or wade through as they
 preferred. Three times they were ranged ready to start, but each time some
 horse thrust itself out of line, and they had to begin again. 
 The umpire who was starting them, Colonel Sestrin, was beginning
 to lose his temper, when at last for the fourth time he shouted
 "Away!" and the racers started. Every eye, every opera glass, was turned on the brightly colored
 group of riders at the moment they were in line to start. "They're off!  They're starting!" was heard on all sides after
 the hush of expectation. And little groups and solitary figures among the public began
 running from place to place to get a better view.  In the very
 first minute the close group of horsemen drew out, and it could
 be seen that they were approaching the stream in two's and
 three's and one behind another.  To the spectators it seemed as
 though they had all started simultaneously, but to the racers
 there were seconds of difference that had great value to them. Frou-Frou, excited and over-nervous, had lost the first moment,
 and several horses had started before her, but before reaching
 the stream, Vronsky, who was holding in the mare with all his
 force as she tugged at the bridle, easily overtook three, and
 there were left in front of him Mahotin's chestnut Gladiator,
 whose hind-quarters were moving lightly and rhythmically up and
 down exactly in front of Vronsky, and in front of all, the dainty
 mare Diana bearing Kuzovlev more dead than alive. |