His face, aged and worn by suffering, looked stony.
Going onto the platform, Vronsky left his mother and disappeared into a compartment.
On the platform there rang out "God save the Tsar," then shouts of "hurrah!" and _"jivio!"_ One of the volunteers, a tall, very young man with a hollow chest, was particularly conspicuous, bowing and waving his felt hat and a nosegay over his head.
Then two officers emerged, bowing too, and a stout man with a big beard, wearing a greasy forage cap.
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