kineshmo

Updated: July 2, 2026

"We are nearing Kineshmo!" said some one on the other side of the deck. They heard heavy footsteps; it was a waiter from the refreshment-bar. "Waiter," said Olga Ivanovna, laughing and crying with happiness, "bring us some wine." The artist, pale with emotion, sat on the seat, looking at Olga Ivanovna with adoring, grateful eyes; then he closed his eyes, and said, smiling languidly: "I am tired."

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