This was the class of old-fashioned and ridiculous people.

But there was another class of people, the real people.

To this class they all belonged, and in it the great thing was to be elegant, generous, plucky, gay, to abandon oneself without a blush to every passion, and to laugh at everything else.

For the first moment only, Vronsky was startled after the impression of a quite different world that he had brought with him from Moscow.

But immediately as though slipping his feet into old slippers, he dropped back into the light-hearted, pleasant world he had always lived in.