1 At the same time as the traveler there was announced a provincial marshal of nobility on a visit to Petersburg, with whom Alexey Alexandrovitch had to have some conversation.
2 Sviazhsky was the marshal of his district.
3 "Yes, only I marshal them in the other direction," said Sviazhsky, laughing.
4 It was proposed to elect as marshal in place of Snetkov either Sviazhsky, or, better still, Nevyedovsky, a former university professor, a man of remarkable intelligence and a great friend of Sergey Ivanovitch.
5 The marshal of the province got up, thanked the nobility for their confidence, and shed tears.
6 The sixth day was fixed for the election of the marshal of the province.
7 He was listening at that moment to Sviazhsky and Hliustov, the marshal of another district, who belonged to their party.
8 Levin could not make out why the opposition was to ask the marshal to stand whom they wanted to supersede.
9 If, as at previous elections, all the districts asked the marshal of the province to stand, then he would be elected without a ballot.
10 Squeezed by the crowding noblemen, he drew near the high table where the marshal of the province, Sviazhsky, and the other leaders were hotly disputing about something.
11 He could only hear the soft voice of the marshal faintly, then the shrill voice of the malignant gentleman, and then the voice of Sviazhsky.
12 Shouts were raised, and for a moment all was confusion, so that the marshal of the province had to call for order.
13 Levin heard that they were asking Snetkov to stand, and he saw that a crowd of noblemen was surrounding the marshal, who was saying something.
14 In the doorway the marshal of the province jostled against Levin.
15 And the marshal disappeared through a side door.