The Crushed Flower and Other Stories by Leonid Nikolayevich Andreyev
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that the nurse and the house and the sun existed not only yesterday,
but every day; he felt like laughing and singing aloud when he awoke. When people asked him what his name was he answered promptly: "Yura." But some people were not satisfied with this alone, and they wanted to know his full name--and then he replied with a certain effort: "Yura Mikhailovich." And after a moment's thought he added: "Yura Mikhailovich Pushkarev." CHAPTER II An unusual day arrived. It was mother's birthday. Guests were expected in the evening; military music was to play, and in the garden and upon the terrace parti-coloured lanterns were to burn, and Yura need not go to bed at 9 o'clock but could stay up as late as he liked. Yura got up when all were still sleeping. He dressed himself and jumped out quickly with the expectation of miracles. But he was unpleasantly surprised--the rooms were in the same disorder as usual |
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