Part 20 (2/2)

”Your Wors.h.i.+p, he called my dog a bad name: 'son of a b.i.t.c.h.'”

The snow fell and did not lie on the ground reddened with blood.

He left everything to charity, so that nothing should go to his relations and children, whom he hated.

A very amorous man; he is no sooner introduced to a girl than he becomes a he-goat.

A n.o.bleman Drekoliev.

I dread the idea that a chamberlain will be present at the opening of my pet.i.tion.

He was a rationalist, but he had to confess that he liked the ringing of church bells.

The father a famous general, nice pictures, expensive furniture; he died; the daughters received a good education, but are slovenly, read little, ride, and are dull.

They are honest and truthful so long as it is unnecessary.

A rich merchant would like to have a shower bath in his W.C.

In the early morning they ate _okroshka_.[1]

[Footnote 1: A cold dish composed of cider and hash.]

”If you lose this talisman,” said grandmother, ”you will die.” And suddenly I lost it, tortured myself, was afraid that I would die. And now, imagine, a miracle happened: I found it and continued to live.

Everybody goes to the theatre to see my play, to learn something instantly from it, to make some sort of profit, and I tell you: I have not the time to bother about that canaille.

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