Mitenka--a grown man whose name was Mitenka--he said so himself.
Mitenka had a heavy leather sword, which was as cold as a snake,
which could not be taken out--but Mitenka lied; the sword was only
fastened at the handle with a silver cord, but it could be taken out
very nicely; and Yura felt vexed because the stupid Mitenka instead
of carrying his sword, as he always did, placed it in a corner in the
hallway as a cane. But even in the corner the sword stood out alone--
one could see at once that it was a sword. Another thing that
displeased Yura was that another officer came with Mitenka, an
officer whom Yura knew and whose name was also Yura Mikhailovich.
Yura thought that the officer must have been named so for fun. That
wrong Yura Mikhailovich had visited them several times; he even came
once on horseback; but most of the time he came just before little
Yura had to go to bed. And little Yura went to bed, while the unreal
Yura Mikhailovich remained with mamma, and that caused him to feel
alarmed and sad; he was afraid that mamma might be deceived. He paid
no attention to the real Yura Mikhailovich: and now, walking beside
Mitenka, he did not seem to realise his guilt; he adjusted his
moustaches and maintained silence. He kissed mamma's hand, and that
seemed repulsive to little Yura; but the stupid Mitenka also kissed
mamma's hand, and thereby set everything aright.

But soon the guests arrived in such numbers, and there was such a
variety of them, as if they had fallen straight from the sky. And
some of them seemed to have fallen near the table, while others
seemed to have fallen into the garden. Suddenly several students and
ladies appeared in the path. The ladies were ordinary, but the
students had holes cut at the left side of their white coats--for
their swords. But they did not bring their swords along, no doubt
because of their pride--they were all very proud. And the ladies