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Senior-Major Mihal Petrovitch Kolitchev. Is not this the son of Piotr Vassilyevitch Kolitchev? Lavretsky found also some old calendars and dream-books, and the mysterious work of Ambodik; many were the memories stirred by the well-known; but long-forgotten Symbols and Emblems.

As Tisza never went out, Marsa rarely quitted the castle; and, when she went to Moscow, she hastened to return to her mother. The very gayeties of that noisy city weighed upon her heart; for she never forgot the war-tales of the Tzigana, and, perhaps, among the passers-by was the wretch who had shot down her grandfather, old Mihal.

There's an agent, Mihal Vikulov, but no steward. 'Is there a manager, then? 'Yes; a German, Lindamandol, Karlo Karlitch; only he does not manage the estate. 'Who does manage it, then? 'Our mistress herself. 'You don't say so. And are there many of you in the office? The young man reflected. 'There are six of us. 'Who are they? I inquired.

The good man could not help saying, "Well, what an absurd constitution; the man's dying; he's certain to die, and he keeps hanging on, lingering, taking up space for nothing, and keeping out others." Well, I thought to myself, "So you are in a bad way, Mihal Mihalitch...." And, after all, I got well, and am alive till now, as you may see for yourself. You are right, to be sure.

I looked at it; on the square sheet of greyish paper there was written, in a good bold hand, the following document: From the Chief Office of the Manor of Ananyevo to the Agent, Mihal Vikulov. No. 209.

'Good health to you, Mihal Savelitch! said the peasant, coming nearer to us; 'from a long way off. 'Where have you been? Tuman asked him. 'I have been to Moscow, to my master. 'What for? 'I went to ask him a favour. 'What about? 'Oh, to lessen my rent, or to let me work it out in labour, or to put me on another piece of land, or something.... My son is dead so I can't manage it now alone.

As Tisza never went out, Marsa rarely quitted the castle; and, when she went to Moscow, she hastened to return to her mother. The very gayeties of that noisy city weighed upon her heart; for she never forgot the war-tales of the Tzigana, and, perhaps, among the passers-by was the wretch who had shot down her grandfather, old Mihal.

As Tisza never went out, Marsa rarely quitted the castle; and, when she went to Moscow, she hastened to return to her mother. The very gayeties of that noisy city weighed upon her heart; for she never forgot the war-tales of the Tzigana, and, perhaps, among the passers-by was the wretch who had shot down her grandfather, old Mihal.

'Well, Mihal Savelitch, I began, 'have you caught any fish? 'Here, if you will deign to look in the basket: I have caught two perch and five roaches.... Show them, Styopka. Styopushka stretched out the basket to me. 'How are you, Styopka? I asked him. 'Oh oh not not not so badly, your honour, answered Stepan, stammering as though he had a heavy weight on his tongue. 'And is Mitrofan well?