Things I want to do before I die.



Vronsky drove to the French theater, where he really had to see the colonel of his regiment, who never missed a single performance there.

He wanted to see him, to report on the result of his mediation, which had occupied and amused him for the last three days.

Petritsky, whom he liked, was implicated in the affair, and the other culprit was a capital fellow and first-rate comrade, who had lately joined the regiment, the young Prince Kedrov.

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