It was twelve oclock at night.
Mitya Kuldarov, with excited face and ruffled hair, flew into his parents flat, and hurriedly ran through all the rooms. His parents had already gone to bed. His sister was in bed, finishing the last page of a novel. His schoolboy brothers were asleep.
Where have you come from? cried his parents in amazement. What is the matter with you?
Oh, dont ask! I never expected it; no, I never expected it! Its its positively incredible!
Mitya laughed and sank into an armchair, so overcome by happiness that he could not stand on his legs.
Its incredible! You cant imagine! Look!
His sister jumped out of bed and, throwing a quilt round her, went in to her brother. The schoolboys woke up.
Whats the matter? You dont look like yourself!
Its because I am so delighted, Mamma! Do you know, now all Russia knows of me! All Russia! Till now only you knew that there was a registration clerk called Dmitry Kuldarov, and now all Russia knows it! Mamma! Oh, Lord!
Mitya jumped up, ran up and down all the rooms, and then sat down again.
Why, what has happened? Tell us sensibly!
You live like wild beasts, you dont read the newspapers and take no notice of whats published, and theres so much that is interesting in the papers. If anything happens its all known at once, nothing is hidden! How happy I am! Oh, Lord! You know its only celebrated people whose names are published in the papers, and now they have gone and published mine!
What do you mean? Where?
The papa turned pale. The mamma glanced at the holy image and crossed herself. The schoolboys jumped out of bed and, just as they were, in short nightshirts, went up to their brother.
Yes! My name has been published! Now all Russia knows of me! Keep the paper, mamma, in memory of it! We will read it sometimes! Look!
Mitya pulled out of his pocket a copy of the paper, gave it to his father, and pointed with his finger to a passage marked with blue pencil.
The father put on his spectacles.
Do read it!
The mamma glanced at the holy image and crossed herself. The papa cleared his throat and began to read: At eleven oclock on the evening of the 29th of December, a registration clerk of the name of Dmitry Kuldarov
You see, you see! Go on!
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