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Updated: May 22, 2025
Next morning a barefoot Jewish boy in a tattered gown brought him a letter from Emilie the first letter that Kuzma Vassilyevitch had received from her. "Mein allerliebstep Florestan," she wrote to him, "can you really so cross with your Zuckerpuppchen be that you came not yesterday? Please be not cross if you wish not your merry Emilie to weep very bitterly and come, be sure, at 5 o'clock to-day."
Kuzma Vassilyevitch took a great deal more trouble over his personal appearance on this occasion than when he went to see his "Zuckerpuppchen", not because he liked Colibri better than Emilie but in the "pretty little doll" there was something enigmatic, something which stirred even the sluggish imagination of the young lieutenant.
He was himself at first firmly convinced that Emilie, his treacherous Zuckerpuppchen, was to blame for all his trouble and had originated the plot.
Kuzma Vassilyevitch grinned and blushed to his ears. "I shall call you: lovely Emilie!" "No, no! You must call me: Mein Schatzchen, mein Zuckerpuppchen! Repeat it after me." "With the greatest pleasure, but I am afraid I shall find it difficult...." "Never mind, never mind. Say: Mein." "Me-in." "Zucker." "Tsook-ker." "Puppchen! Puppchen! Puppchen!" "Poop ... poop.... That I can't manage.
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