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Updated: May 13, 2025
Alexandr Grigoryevitch was walking to and fro near the table in silence. The lieutenant had slept badly that night; he woke up depressed, and now he felt bored. He paced up and down, thinking of the end of his furlough, of his fiancée, who was expecting him, of how people could live all their lives in the country without feeling bored.
On the top step of the old but light and softly carpeted staircase he was met by a maidservant with a haughty, not very youthful face. The lieutenant gave her his card without speaking. As she went through the rooms with the card, the maid could see on it the name "Alexandr Grigoryevitch Sokolsky."
I am now in my seventy-third year; and I went to Moscow when I was sixteen. Ovsyanikov sighed. 'Whom did you see there? 'I saw a great many grandees and every one saw them; they kept open house for the wonder and admiration of all! Only no one came up to Count Alexey Grigoryevitch Orlov-Tchesmensky. I often saw Alexey Grigoryevitch; my uncle was a steward in his service.
Your grandfather took her back in the coach with him, and when Milovidka died, he buried her in the garden with music at the burial yes, a funeral for a dog and put a stone with an inscription on it over the dog. 'Then Alexey Grigoryevitch did not oppress anyone, I observed. 'Yes, it is always like that; those who can only just keep themselves afloat are the ones to drag others under.
'Milovidka, Milovidka!... So the count began to ask him, "Give me your dog," says he; "take what you like for her." "No, count," he said, "I am not a tradesman; I don't sell anything for filthy lucre; for your sake I am ready to part with my wife even, but not with Milovidka.... I would give myself into bondage first." And Alexey Grigoryevitch praised him for it. "I like you for it," he said.
"The rascally dandy must have stayed on at the tenant's." As he went to bed after supper, Kryukov made up his mind that the lieutenant was being entertained at the tenant's, where after a festive evening he was staying the night. Alexandr Grigoryevitch only returned next morning. He looked extremely crumpled and confused. "I want to speak to you alone . . ." he said mysteriously to his cousin.
I remember I never could go to the operetta or the gipsies when I was sober: wine makes a man more good-natured and reconciles him with vice. . . ." Suddenly he stood still, petrified, and caught hold of the door-post with both hands. At the writing-table in Susanna's study was sitting Lieutenant Alexandr Grigoryevitch.
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