Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART TWO CHAPTER 25
A crowd of men, a doctor and his assistant, the officers of his regiment, ran up to
him. To his misery he felt that he was whole and unhurt. The mare had broken her
back, and it was decided to shoot her. Vronsky could not answer questions, could
not speak to anyone. He turned, and without picking up his cap that had fallen
off, walked away from the race course, not knowing where he was going. He felt
utterly wretched. For the first time in his life he knew the bitterest sort of misfortune,
misfortune beyond remedy, and caused by his own fault.
Yashvin overtook him with his cap, and led him home, and half an hour later
Vronsky had regained his self-possession. But the memory of that race remained for
long in his heart, the cruelest and bitterest memory of his life.
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