United States or Faroe Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Then, after a pause, he added: "Vice-Governor Khorvat of Tambov is my brother a younger brother; he being fifty-five, and I sixty-one, si-i-ixty one." His speech was rapid, but as precise as though no mistake was permissible in its delivery. "Also," he continued, "as a man cognisant of every possible species of cemetery, I am much dissatisfied with this one.
I am Lieutenant Savva Yaloylev Khorvat, formerly of the State Remount Establishment, subsequently of the Department of Imperial Lands. I am a man who, after never having been found officially remiss, am living in honourable retirement a man at once a householder, a widower, and a person of hasty temper."
"Eternal memory of what?" exclaimed Lieutenant Khorvat with an angry shrug of his shoulders. "Suppose, in his day, a man has been the best cucumber-salter or mushroom-pickler in a given town. Or suppose he has been the best cobbler there, or that once he said something which the street wherein he dwelt can still remember.
"Don't treat me to any of YOUR slop!" the long-fanged Pavla had interrupted for the benefit of the street in general. And thus had the affair continued.... Lieutenant Khorvat blew the fag-end of his cigarette from his mouthpiece, glanced at me, and said with seemingly, a not over-civil, twitch of his bushy moustache: "Of what are you thinking, if I might inquire?" "I am trying to understand you."
Word Of The Day