![]() There is someone coming!"Ī man in a shabby overcoat, with a shaven, bluish-crimson countenance, overtook us. As though to mock him his whole tombstone is adorned with verses. And here, under this tombstone, lies a man who from his cradle detested verses and epigrams. On one occasion, when he was listening at a keyhole, he got such a bang on the head from the door that he sustained concussion of the brain (he had a brain), and died. The poor fellow fell a victim to his habits of observation. life was all right, wasn't it? One would have thought he had no reason to die, but alas! fate had its eye on him. He was fond of his wife, he wore the Stanislav ribbon, and read nothing. "Yegor Gryaznorukov, titular councillor and cavalier. One of our party slipped on the clayey soil, and clutched at a big grey cross to save himself from falling. ![]() ![]() The wind was frolicking among the yellow leaves of the old birch trees, and a shower of thick drops fell upon us from the leaves. Hadn't we better take ourselves off before it gets worse?" THE wind has got up, friends, and it is beginning to get dark. ![]()
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