1 Three boys running, playing at horses.
2 Voytov, who was buying the horse, came in.
3 I wish I might have the luck at cards he has with horses.
4 Then he heard the rattle of the wheels and the snort of the sleek horse close by him.
5 During the first part of their stay in Moscow, Levin had used his own horses brought up from the country.
6 She gave orders for the other horses to be put in the carriage, and packed in a traveling-bag the things needed for a few days.
7 But he did not turn in to see her, he merely gave an order that the horse should be given to Voytov if he came while he was away.
8 That fellow wants everyone to admire him and is very much pleased with himself, she thought, looking at a red-faced clerk, riding on a riding school horse.
9 He dressed, and while they were putting in his horses, as a hired sledge was not to be seen yet, he ran again up to the bedroom, not on tiptoe, it seemed to him, but on wings.
10 He had tried to arrange this part of their expenses in the best and cheapest way possible; but it appeared that their own horses came dearer than hired horses, and they still hired too.
11 The horse was not yet ready, but feeling a peculiar concentration of his physical forces and his intellect on what he had to do, he started off on foot without waiting for the horse, and told Kouzma to overtake him.
12 Levin was not by now struck as he had been at first by the fact that to get from one end of Moscow to the other he had to have two powerful horses put into a heavy carriage, to take the carriage three miles through the snowy slush and to keep it standing there four hours, paying five roubles every time.
13 Pulling the stiff rein and holding in the good horse that snorted with impatience and seemed begging to be let go, Levin looked round at Ivan sitting beside him, not knowing what to do with his unoccupied hand, continually pressing down his shirt as it puffed out, and he tried to find something to start a conversation about with him.
14 He stared at the sleek horse flecked with lather between his haunches and on his neck, where the harness rubbed, stared at Ivan the coachman sitting beside him, and remembered that he was expecting his brother, thought that his wife was most likely uneasy at his long absence, and tried to guess who was the visitor who had come with his brother.