Russian forms of amusement.  Vronsky was obliged to be his guide in satisfying both these inclinations.  The mornings they spent driving to look at places of interest; the evenings they passed enjoying the national entertainments.  The prince rejoiced in health exceptional even among princes.  By gymnastics and careful attention to his health he had brought himself to such a point that in spite of his excess in pleasure he looked as fresh as a big glossy green Dutch cucumber.  The prince had traveled a great deal, and considered one of the chief advantages of modern facilities of communication was the accessibility of the pleasures of all nations.

He had been in Spain, and there had indulged in serenades and had made friends with a Spanish girl who played the mandolin.  In Switzerland he had killed chamois.  In England he had galloped in a red coat over hedges and killed two hundred pheasants for a bet.  In Turkey he had got into a harem; in India he had hunted on an elephant, and now in Russia he wished to taste all the specially Russian forms of pleasure.

Vronsky, who was, as it were, chief master of the ceremonies to him, was at great pains to arrange all the Russian amusements suggested by various persons to the prince.  They had race horses, and Russian pancakes and bear hunts and three-horse sledges, and gypsies and drinking feasts, with the Russian accompaniment of broken crockery.  And the prince with surprising ease fell in with the Russian spirit, smashed trays full of crockery, sat with a gypsy girl on his knee, and seemed to be asking—­what more, and does the whole Russian spirit consist in just this?

In reality, of all the Russian entertainments the prince liked best French actresses and ballet dancers and white-seal champagne.  Vronsky was used to princes, but, either because he had himself changed of late, or that he was in too close proximity to the prince, that week seemed fearfully wearisome to him.  The whole of that week he experienced a sensation such as a man might have set in charge of a dangerous madman, afraid of the madman, and at the same time, from being with him, fearing for his own reason.  Vronsky was continually conscious of the necessity of never for a second relaxing the tone of stern official respectfulness, that he might not himself be insulted.  The prince’s manner of treating the very people who, to Vronsky’s surprise, were ready to descend to any depths to provide him with Russian amusements, was contemptuous.  His criticisms of Russian women, whom he wished to study, more than once made Vronsky crimson with indignation.  The chief reason why the prince was so particularly disagreeable to Vronsky was that he could not help seeing himself in him.  And what he saw in this mirror did not gratify his self-esteem.  He was a very stupid and very self-satisfied and very healthy and very well-washed man, and nothing else.  He was a gentleman—­that was true, and Vronsky could not deny it.  He was equable and not cringing with his superiors, was free and ingratiating in his behavior with his equals, and was contemptuously indulgent with his inferiors.  Vronsky was himself the same, and regarded it as a great merit to be so.  But for this prince he was an inferior, and his contemptuous and indulgent attitude to him revolted him.