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Chapter 2 Sergey Ivanovitch and Katavasov had only just reached the station of the Kursk line, which was particularly busy and full of people that day, when, looking round for the groom who was following with their things, they saw a party of volunteers driving up in four cabs. Ladies met them with bouquets of flowers, and followed by the rushing crowd they went into the station. One of the ladies, who had met the volunteers, came out of the hall and addressed Sergey Ivanovitch. "You too come to see them off?" she asked in French. "No, I'm going away myself, princess. To my brother's for a holiday. Do you always see them of?" said Sergey Ivanovitch with a hardly perceptible smile. "Oh, that would be impossible!" answered the princess. "Is it true that eight hundred have been sent fro