" Ah! what have I done!" he cried.
" The race lost! And my fault! shameful, unpardonable! And the poor darling, ruined mare! Ah! what have I done!" A crowd of men, a doctor and his assistant, the officers of his regiment, ran up to him.
To his misery he felt that he was whole and unhurt.
The mare had broken her back, and it was decided to shoot her.
Vronsky could not answer questions, could not speak to anyone.