Sayfa 323 / 2288

While he was washing, Petritsky described to him in brief

outlines his position, as far as it had changed since Vronsky had

left Petersburg. No money at all. His father said he wouldn't

give him any and pay his debts. His tailor was trying to get him

locked up, and another fellow, too, was threatening to get him

locked up. The colonel of the regiment had announced that if

these scandals did not cease he would have to leave. As for the

baroness, he was sick to death of her, especially since she'd

taken to offering continually to lend him money. But he had found

a girl-he'd show her to Vronsky-a marvel, exquisite, in the

strict Oriental style, "genre of the slave Rebecca, don't you

know." He'd had a row, too, with Berkoshov, and was going to send

seconds to him, but of course it would come to nothing.

Altogether everything was supremely amusing and jolly. And, not

letting his comrade enter into further details of his position,

Petritsky proceeded to tell him all the interesting news.