Part 17 (1/2)
His beard looked like the tail of a fish.
A Jew, Ziptchik.
A girl, when she giggles, makes noises as if she were putting her head in cold water.
”Mamma, what is a thunderbolt made of?”
On the estate there is a bad smell, and bad taste; the trees are planted anyhow, stupidly; and away in a remote corner the lodge-keeper's wife all day long washes the guest's linen--and n.o.body sees her; and the owners are allowed to talk away whole days about their rights and their n.o.bility.
She fed her dog on the best caviare.
Our self-esteem and conceit are European, but our culture and actions are Asiatic.
A black dog--he looks as if he were wearing goloshes.
A Russian's only hope--to win two hundred thousand roubles in a lottery.
She is wicked, but she taught her children good.
Every one has something to hide.
The t.i.tle of N.'s story: The Power of Harmonies.
O how nice it would be if bachelors or widowers were appointed Governors.