"I can't understand," said Sergey Ivanovitch, who had observed his brother's clumsiness, "I can't understand how anyone can be so absolutely devoid of political tact.

That's where we Russians are so deficient.

The marshal of the province is our opponent, and with him you're _ami cochon_, and you beg him to stand.

Count Vronsky, now ...I'm not making a friend of him; he's asked me to dinner, and I'm not going; but he's one of our side--why make an enemy of him? Then you ask Nevyedovsky if he's going to stand.