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Updated: May 24, 2025
Then, as we stood, I turned and saw Alexis Alexovitch striding towards us through the grass. How tall and soldierly he looked! And the thought flashed through my mind that if Otto killed him he would be lying there a dead, inanimate thing. "Go, Otto," I cried, "go, if you stay you will kill him." Otto looked and saw Alexis coming. He turned one glance at me: his face was full of infinite meaning.
He has given me for it a bronze kopek. Our love is to be as pure as gold and as strong as bronze. Is it not beautiful? Later. I am so fearful that Alexis Alexovitch may return. I fear that if he comes Otto might kill him. Otto is so calm, I dread to think of what would happen if he were aroused. Next Day. I have told Otto about Alexis.
Then Alexis Alexovitch came to me and gathered me up in his arms and carried me thus across the meadow he is so tall and strong and whispered that he loved me, and that to-morrow he would shield me from the world. He carried me thus to the house in his arms among the grass and flowers; and there was my father, Ivan Ivanovitch, and my mother, Katoosha Katooshavitch.
Now, we put a little powder under all of thems and lay a train from one to the other, and now you get out a few of those giant firecrackers you had left over from last Fourth of July, and a Roman candle, and we can illustrate the whole business so Alexovitch and Ito would take to the woods."
And my brother, Dimitri Dimitrivitch, I cannot love him. And Alexis Alexovitch! I cannot love him. And yet I am to marry him. They have set the day. It is a month from to-day. One month. Thirty days. Why cannot I love Alexis? He is tall and strong. He is a soldier. He is in the Guard of the Czar, Nicholas Romanoff, and yet I cannot love him. Next Day but one. I cannot breathe.
It too was dead. Ah, how I wept This Morning. How my heart beats. To-day A MAN passed. He passed: actually passed. From my window I saw him go by the garden gate and out into the meadow beside the river where my Tchupvskja flower is growing! How beautiful he looked! Not tall like Alexis Alexovitch, ah, no! but so short and wide and round shaped like the beautiful cabbage that died last week.
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