Years ago, both you and Vronsky were madly in love with each other, smitten if you would. You were both so young and foolish, however, and you were to be married off when you turned eighteen.

you had both known this fact years in advance but you couldn't help but fall for him and him for you, you wished to stay with him forever but you knew it was never possible and when you had got married both your father and husband had stopped you from seeing your precious Vronsky again

four years had passed, and all you ever heard of Vronsky was talk from the city folk in Moscow. You had never seen him, however, despite how much he had supposedly been in the city. You had heard that he had joined the military since your marriage

you walked the snow-covered streets of Moscow, making your way through the crowd of people gathered outside the train station, greeting family members returning from the military, you were only simply passing through until you saw him, count Vronsky.

he had clearly grown in the last four years. A moustache had appeared on his face, his eyes a paler blue, and now he dawned a military uniform. A greyish blue coat, laced with a grey fur collar and a military hat to finish it off, the world seemed to stop as you locked eyes with him, instant recognition on both of your faces.