1 The colonel too talked of the opera, and about culture.
2 Anna said nothing, and keeping her opera glass up, gazed always at the same spot.
3 Vronsky, listening with one ear, moved his opera glass from the stalls and scanned the boxes.
4 Alexey Alexandrovitch, after meeting Vronsky on his own steps, drove, as he had intended, to the Italian opera.
5 "And we should all go to see them if it were accepted as the correct thing, like the opera," chimed in Princess Myakaya.
6 Every eye, every opera glass, was turned on the brightly colored group of riders at the moment they were in line to start.
7 "Yes, it was like going back home when I put on a black coat," answered Vronsky, smiling and slowly taking out his opera glass.
8 She laid down the opera glass, and would have moved away, but at that moment an officer galloped up and made some announcement to the Tsar.
9 "Excuse me," he added, taking an opera glass out of her hand, and proceeding to scrutinize, over her bare shoulder, the row of boxes facing them.
10 When they got up from dinner and Tushkevitch had gone to get a box at the opera, Yashvin went to smoke, and Vronsky went down with him to his own rooms.
11 When Vronsky turned the opera glass again in that direction, he noticed that Princess Varvara was particularly red, and kept laughing unnaturally and looking round at the next box.
12 Without answering her husband, Anna lifted her opera glass and gazed towards the place where Vronsky had fallen; but it was so far off, and there was such a crowd of people about it, that she could make out nothing.
13 But the position of a man pursuing a married woman, and, regardless of everything, staking his life on drawing her into adultery, has something fine and grand about it, and can never be ridiculous; and so it was with a proud and gay smile under his mustaches that he lowered the opera glass and looked at his cousin.