United States or South Korea ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He grinned, "clucked" to his horse, and was off on the instant, while I turned into a little shop close by, whence I had the satisfaction, less than half a minute after, of seeing a second droshky dash past, in pursuit of the first, with the spy lolling in it.
Looking back when driving off in our droshky, we saw that he had aroused the entire establishment: at the door stood the whole personnel of the office, the military commander at the head, all gazing at us in a sort of stupefaction. We expected to hear from them afterward, but on reflection they evidently thought it best not to stir the matter.
Andrey Antonovitch, of course, would not hear of repose, and was set on going to the fire; but that was not a sufficient reason. It ended in his taking him to the fire in his droshky. He told us afterwards that Lembke was gesticulating all the way and "shouting orders that it was impossible to obey owing to their unusualness."
And away below, to the right, the village lights are twinkling already.... And here at last is your hut. Through the tiny window you see a table, with a white cloth, a candle burning, supper.... Another time you order the racing droshky to be got out, and set off to the forest to shoot woodcock. It is pleasant making your way along the narrow path between two high walls of rye.
And she used to be always at it: 'Buy a house, Makaritch! Buy a house, Makaritch! Buy a house, Makaritch! She was dying and yet she kept on saying, 'Buy yourself a racing droshky, Makaritch, that you may not have to walk. And I bought her nothing but gingerbread." "Her husband's deaf and stupid," Yakov went on, not hearing Crutch; "a regular fool, just like a goose. He can't understand anything.
You are the light and the sun. ... It's I who am terribly afraid of you, not you of me! I am not Mavriky Nikolaevitch.... And only fancy, as I flew here in a racing droshky I saw Mavriky Nikolaevitch by the fence at the farthest corner of your garden... in his greatcoat, drenched through, he must have been sitting there all night! Queer goings on! How mad people can be!" "Mavriky Nikolaevitch?
Chekhov was the centre on which all attention was concentrated. Everyone sought him, lived in him, and caught up every word he uttered. When he was with friends he liked taking walks or making expeditions to the neighbouring monastery. The chaise, the cart, and the racing droshky were brought out. Chekhov put on his white tunic, buckled a strap round his waist, and got on the racing droshky.
"I shall not go any further." "They are coming here!" shouted the Captain. "The police!" someone whispered in great alarm. "In a droshky! Fool!" said Martyanoff, quietly. Kuvalda got up and went to the entrance. "Is this a lodging-house?" asked someone, in a trembling voice. "Yes. Belonging to Aristid Kuvalda ..." said the Captain, roughly. "Oh! Did a reporter, one Titoff, live here?" "Aha!
The Empress and her bosom friend Mademoiselle Zéneide Kamensky whom I afterwards knew her to be finished their meal unrecognised by the servants, or any of those in the restaurant, and then returned to their rooms. Afterwards I took a droshky up to the Preobrazhensky Monastery, which I reached about ten o'clock.
Some Jews who were found in the street were beaten to death; soon they will move down to the Jewish streets, and then" his breath came harsh through set teeth "then murder and looting the old programme. Now I have told you; can you do anything?" "Let us find a droshky," said Truda, "and go to the Jewish quarter." "A droshky!" He stared at her. "Do you think any driver will take us there to-night?"
Word Of The Day