armudano

Updated: May 5, 2025

I was making the census of the settlement of Upper Armudano; all the inhabitants are poverty-stricken, every one of them, and have the reputation of being desperate gamblers at the game of shtoss. I go into a hut; the people are not at home; on a bench sits a white-haired, round-shouldered, bare-footed boy; he seems lost in thought. We begin to talk. I. "What is your father's second name?" He.

Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - Letters of Anton Chekhov