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PART SIX CHAPTER 27
Chapter 27
THE sixth day was fixed for the election of the marshal of the province.
The rooms, large and small, were full of noblemen in all sorts of uniforms. Many
had come only for that day. Men who had not seen each other for years, some from
the Crimea, some from Petersburg, some from abroad, met in the rooms of the Hall of
Nobility. There was much discussion around the governor’s table under the portrait
of the Tsar.
The nobles, both in the larger and the smaller rooms, grouped themselves in
camps, and from their hostile and suspicious glances, from the silence that fell upon
them when outsiders approached a group, and from the way that some, whispering
together, retreated to the farther corridor, it was evident that each side had secrets
from the other. In appearance the noblemen were sharply divided into two classes:
the old and the new. The old were for the most part either in old uniforms of the
nobility, buttoned up closely, with spurs and hats, or in their own special naval, cavalry,
infantry, or official uniforms. The uniforms of the older men were embroidered
in the old-fashioned way with epaulets on their shoulders; they were unmistakably
tight and short in the waist, as though their wearers had grown out of them. The
younger men wore the uniform of the nobility with long waists and broad shoulders,
unbuttoned over white waistcoats, or uniforms with black collars and with the
embroidered badges of justices of the peace. To the younger men belonged the court
uniforms that here and there brightened up the crowd.
But the division into young and old did not correspond with the division of parties.
Some of the young men, as Levin observed, belonged to the old party; and some
of the very oldest noblemen, on the contrary, were whispering with Sviazhsky, and
were evidently ardent partisans of the new party.
Levin stood in the smaller room, where they were smoking and taking light refreshments,
close to his own friends, and listening to what they were saying, he conscientiously
exerted all his intelligence trying to understand what was said. Sergey
Ivanovitch was the center round which the others grouped themselves. He was listening
at that moment to Sviazhsky and Hliustov, the marshal of another district,
who belonged to their party. Hliustov would not agree to go with his district to
ask Snetkov to stand, while Sviazhsky was persuading him to do so, and Sergey
Ivanovitch was approving of the plan. Levin could not make out why the opposition
was to ask the marshal to stand whom they wanted to supersede.
Stepan Arkadyevitch, who had just been drinking and taking some lunch, came
up to them in his uniform of a gentleman of the bedchamber, wiping his lips with a
perfumed handkerchief of bordered batiste.
“We are placing our forces,” he said, pulling out his whiskers, “Sergey
Ivanovitch!”
And listening to the conversation, he supported Sviazhsky’s contention.
“One district’s enough, and Sviazhsky’s obviously of the opposition,” he said,
words evidently intelligible to all except Levin.
“Why, Kostya, you here too! I suppose you’re converted, eh?” he added, turning
to Levin and drawing his arm through his. Levin would have been glad indeed to
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