Chapter XIX

In spite of Vronsky’s apparently frivolous
life in society, he was a man who hated irregularity. In early
youth in the Corps of Pages, he had experienced the humiliation of
a refusal, when he had tried, being in difficulties, to borrow
money, and since then he had never once put himself in the same
position again.
In order to keep his affairs in some sort of order,
he used about five times a year (more or less frequently, according
to circumstances) to shut himself up alone and put all his affairs
into definite shape. This he used to call his day of reckoning or
faire la lessive. av
On waking up the day after the races, Vronsky put
on a white linen coat, and without shaving or taking his bath, he
distributed about the table moneys, bills, and letters, and set to
work. Petritsky, who knew he was ill-tempered on such occasions, on
waking up and seeing his comrade at the writing-table, quietly
dressed and went out without getting in his way.
Every man who knows to the minutest details all the
complexity of the conditions surrounding him, cannot help imagining
that the complexity of these conditions, and the difficulty of
making them clear, is something exceptional and personal, peculiar
to himself, and never supposes that others are surrounded by just
as complicated an array of personal affairs as he is. So indeed it
seemed to Vronsky. And not without inward pride, and not without
reason, he thought that any other man would long ago have been in
difficulties, and would have been forced to some dishonorable
course, if he had found himself in such a difficult position. But
Vronsky felt that now especially it was essential for him to clear
up and define his position if he were to avoid getting into
difficulties.
What Vronsky attacked first as being the easiest
was his pecuniary position. Writing out on note-paper in his minute
hand all that he owed, he added up the amount and found that his
debts amounted to seventeen thousand and some odd hundreds, which
he left out for the sake of clearness. Reckoning up his money and
his bank-book, he found that he had left one thousand eight hundred
roubles, and nothing coming in before the New Year. Reckoning over
again his list of debts, Vronsky copied it, dividing it into three
classes. In the first class he put the debts which he would have to
pay at once, or for which he must in any case have the money ready
so that on demand for payment there could not be a moment’s delay
in paying. Such debts amounted to about four thousand: one thousand
five hundred for a horse, and two thousand five hundred as surety
for a young comrade, Venovsky, who had lost that sum to a
cardsharper in Vronsky’s presence. Vronsky had wanted to pay the
money at the time (he had that amount then), but Venovsky and
Yashvin had insisted that they would pay and not Vronsky, who had
not played. That was so far well, but Vronsky knew that in this
dirty business, though his only share in it was undertaking by word
of mouth to be surety for Venovsky, it was absolutely necessary for
him to have the two thousand five hundred roubles so as to be able
to fling it at the swindler, and have no more words with him. And
so for this first and most important division he must have four
thousand roubles. The second class—eight thousand roubles—consisted
of less important debts. These were principally accounts owing in
connection with his race-horses, to the purveyor of oats and hay,
the English saddler, and so on. He would have to pay some two
thousand roubles on these debts too, in order to be quite free from
anxiety. The last class of debts—to shops, to hotels, to his
tailor—were such as need not be considered. So that he needed at
least six thousand roubles for current expenses, and he only had
one thousand eight hundred. For a man with one hundred thousand
roubles of revenue, which was what every one fixed as Vronsky’s
income, such debts, one would suppose, could hardly be
embarrassing; but the fact was that he was far from having one
hundred thousand. His father’s immense property, which alone
yielded a yearly income of two hundred thousand, was left undivided
between the brothers. At the time when the elder brother, with a
mass of debts, married Princess Varya Tchirkova, the daughter of a
Decembrist1 without
any fortune whatever, Alexey had given up to his elder brother
almost the whole income from his father’s estate, reserving for
himself only twenty-five thousand a year from it. Alexey had said
at the time to his brother that that sum would be sufficient for
him until he married, which he probably never would do. And his
brother, who was in command of one of the most expensive
regiments,2 and was
only just married, could not decline the gift. His mother, who had
her own separate property, had allowed Alexey every year twenty
thousand in addition to the twenty-five thousand he had reserved,
and Alexey had spent it all. Of late his mother, incensed with him
on account of his love-affair and his leaving Moscow, had given up
sending him the money. And in consequence of this, Vronsky, who had
been in the habit of living on the scale of forty-five thousand a
year, having only received twenty thousand that year, found himself
now in difficulties. To get out of these difficulties, he could not
apply to his mother for money. Her last letter, which he had
received the day before, had particularly exasperated him by the
hints in it that she was quite ready to help him to succeed in the
world and in the army, but not to lead a life which was a scandal
to all good society. His mother’s attempt to buy him stung him to
the quick and made him feel colder than ever to her. But he could
not draw back from the generous word when it was once uttered, even
though he felt now, vaguely foreseeing certain eventualities in his
intrigue with Madame Karenina, that this generous word had been
spoken thoughtlessly, and that even though he were not married he
might need all the hundred thousand of income. But it was
impossible to draw back. He had only to recall his brother’s wife,
to remember how that sweet, delightful Varya sought, at every
convenient opportunity, to remind him that she remembered his
generosity and appreciated it, to grasp the impossibility of taking
back his gift. It was as impossible as beating a woman, stealing,
or lying. One thing only could and ought to be done, and Vronsky
determined upon it without an instant’s hesitation: to borrow money
from a money-lender, ten thousand roubles, a proceeding which
presented no difficulty, to cut down his expenses generally, and to
sell his race-horses. Resolving on this, he promptly wrote a note
to Rolandak, who had more than once sent to him with offers to buy
horses from him. Then he sent for the Englishman and the
money-lender, and divided what money he had according to the
accounts he intended to pay. Having finished this business, he
wrote a cold and cutting answer to his mother. Then he took out of
his note-book three notes of Anna’s, read them again, burned them,
and remembering their conversation on the previous day, he sank
into meditation.