boltovo

Updated: June 8, 2025

But good-bye, I've been chattering long enough.... I must be at Boltovo by the evening." Yegor rose, stretched himself, and slung his gun over his shoulder; Pelagea got up. "And when are you coming to the village?" she asked softly. "I have no reason to, I shall never come sober, and you have little to gain from me drunk; I am spiteful when I am drunk. Good-bye!" "Good-bye, Yegor Vlassitch."

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