He knew that he would not see them during the race.

Two were already riding forward to the point from which they were to start.

Galtsin, a friend of Vronsky's and one of his more formidable rivals, was moving round a bay horse that would not let him mount.

A little light hussar in tight riding breeches rode off at a gallop, crouched up like a cat on the saddle, in imitation of English jockeys.

Prince Kuzovlev sat with a white face on his thoroughbred mare from the Grabovsky stud, while an English groom led her by the bridle.