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about with wines and edibles in the vestibule and the buffet. Choruses were standing under the windows. The officer was led up to a door, and he saw all at once all the most important generals in the army, among them the big, impressive figure of Yermolov. All the generals were standing in a semicircle, laughing loudly, their uniforms unbuttoned, and their faces flushed and animated. In the middle of the room a handsome, short general with a red face, was smartly and jauntily executing the steps of the trepak. Ha, ha, ha! Bravo, Nikolay Ivanovitch! ha, ha! The officer felt doubly guilty in breaking in at such a moment with important business, and he would have waited; but one of the generals caught sight of him, and hearing what he had come for, told Yermolov. The latter, with a frowning face, came out to the officer, and hearing his story, took the papers from him without a word. Do you suppose it was by chance that he was not at home? said a comrade of the officers who was on the staff, speaking of Yermolov that evening. Thats all stuff and nonsense; it was all done on purpose. To play a trick on Konovnitsyn. You see, therell be a pretty kettle of fish to-morrow! |
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