Sevastopol

he wounded, and permeated with that frightful and disgusting hospit

an assistant surgeon, who was following her; the other, a very pretty girl of twenty, with a pale and delicate little fair face, gazed in an amiably helple

ether they knew where Martzoff was-the man w

t, did he not?" inquired the el

a com

young sister. "Here, this way," and she approac

uplifted eyebrows and somewhat suffering expression of countenance, could not

till continuing to gaze about him, h

God! Ah,

ister of Kozeltzoff, pointing at Volodya, who, groan

but just

e officer's hut. Martzoff was lying on his back, with his muscular arms, bare to the elbow, thrown over his head, and with the expression on his yellow face of a man who is clenching his

h her slender, delicate fingers, on one of which Volodya noticed a gold ring, and

hat is your name? Excuse me," he said, turning to Kozeltzoff.... "Ah, yes, I beg your pardon! one forgets everything here," he said, when the latt

ho has just arrived fr

said, with a frown. "Ah, how painful it is

face with his hands, continuing to m

in a whisper, while the tears stood i

he Nikolaevsky battery, they seemed to have come to a tacit understanding not to subject themselves to

r. "However, Nikolaeff will conduct you to the Korabelnaya,

t this last leave-takin