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Sevastopol

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 1438    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

?" asked the younger brothe

e barracks, the aqueducts, the docks and the buildings of the town, and the white and lilac clouds of smoke rising incessantly over the yellow hills, which surroun

t the idea that here he was-he would be there in another half-hour, that he would behold that really charmingly original spectacle-and he stared with concentrated attention from that momen

of boards by the sailors' families), in a tent, connecting with a tolerably lar

cold tea, a tray with vodka, crumbs of dry sturgeon roe, and bread, clad only in a shirt

inted, at least, with his mode of life and his occupations. The new shed, like those built for generals and regimental commanders, was large, closely wattled, and comfortably arranged, with

stood a mirror, in a silver frame, a silver brush, frightfully dirty, a broken horn comb, full of greasy hair, a silver candlestick, a bottle of liqueur, with a huge gold and red label, a gold watc

nt and the fodder of the horses. With him lived his great

d a very comely and warlike exterior. His stature was tall, his moustache huge, and he possessed a respectable amount of plumpness. The only disagreeable points about him were a certain perspiration and puffiness of the wh

and fixing his eyes, with involuntary greed, upon the pile of b

ght of his visitors, and, sweeping up hi

llow. And who is this you have with you?" said he, thrusting the

he military academy. We have both come to lea

to the shed, without paying any heed to his guests. "Won't yo

self out, Vasíl

ry officer, by his carelessness of manner, and by

y one respects. Really, he is simple, but hospitable and brave," he

ned, then?" called out his el

ha

ated hi

. He told me that they had r

hat t

y! He would think nothing of telling a lie. Won't you have so

u please," sa

he voice in the tent, apparently addressing the sleeping

not asleep," answered a s

we find it stup

ry officer came

mferopol porte

countenance, as it seemed to Volodya, and, having jostle

tepped a short, fresh-colored man, in a blue dressing-gown with tassels, in a cap with a red rim and a cockade. At the moment of his appearance, he was smoothin

elf by the table. "What is this, have you come from Peters

am on my way

the applicat

s,

commissioner. "It strikes me that I should be ready just now to travel on foot

said the elder Kozeltzoff, turning to him. "You'r

t a look upon him, a

ld take such a freak, gentlemen, I really cannot understand. If there were any advantages to be derived from it, but there

's sake!" said the elder Kozeltzoff, in a tone

a scornful laugh, turning to the commissary, who also laughed at this. "Give us some

dya asked his brother when they emerged, at dusk, f

error! And I can't bear the sight of that commissioner

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