Marie; a story of Russian love by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
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into the flame!"
The kibitka came slowly after us. In five minutes we reached a small house, all lighted up. The officer left me under a strong guard, and entered to announce my capture. He returned almost instantly, saying that I was ordered to prison, and her ladyship to the presence of the Major. "Is he mad?" I cried. "I can not tell, your lordship." I jumped up the steps--the sentinels had not time to stop me--and burst into the room where six hussar officers were playing faro. The Major kept the bank. I instantly recognized the Major as Ivan Zourine, who had so thoroughly emptied my purse at Simbirsk. "Is it possible? is this you Ivan Zourine?" "Halloo! Peter; what luck? where are you from? will you take a chance?" "Thanks; I would rather have some apartments assigned me." "No need of apartments, stay with me." "I can not; I am not alone." "Bring your comrade with you." "I am not with a comrade; I am with--a lady." |
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