constantinovna's

Updated: May 7, 2025

Mintz kissed her hand without speaking, then his tall, bony, somewhat stooping figure disappeared down the corridor. Lydia Constantinovna's bedroom was cold and gloomy. As formerly, it contained a huge four-poster, a chest of drawers, a dressing table and a wardrobe. The rain beat fiercely against the window panes running down in tiny glass globules.

Boris Pilniak - Tales of the Wilderness