Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 19, 2025
It was noon of the next day when he was summoned to the police officer; put through a close examination, and sent in the care of a policeman to Eugene Mihailovich's shop. Ivan Mironov remembered the street and the house. The policeman asked for the shopkeeper, showed him the coupon and confronted him with Ivan Mironov, who declared that he had received the coupon in that very place.
At last his shop and his goods were to be sold up. Eugene Mihailovich and his wife applied to every one they knew, but they could not raise the four hundred roubles they needed to save the shop anywhere. They had some hope of the merchant Krasnopuzov, Eugene Mihailovich's wife being on good terms with his mistress. But news came that Krasnopuzov had been robbed of a huge sum of money.
Vassily looking with pleasure first at the five rouble note, then at Eugene Mihailovich's face, shook his head and smiled. "I know, those peasant folks have no brains. Ignorance, of course. Don't you be uneasy. I know what I have to say."
The partners of Eugene Mihailovich's wife were the host himself, an officer, and an old and very stupid lady in a wig, a widow who owned a music-shop; she loved playing cards and played remarkably well. But it was Eugene Mihailovich's wife who was the winner all the time. The best cards were continually in her hands.
At her side she had a plate with grapes and a pear and was in the best of spirits. "And Eugene Mihailovich? Why is he so late?" asked the hostess, who played at another table. "Probably busy settling accounts," said Eugene Mihailovich's wife. "He has to pay off the tradesmen, to get in firewood."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking