Sideways, on a free place, an accurate and detailed mark: "1918 fevr. 16 days otpravl.". Yes-a-a. This precisely has
understood nothing still. The private soldier dismissed from service. Most likely, contused any, and can be, and bezruk-
legless. And not prosperous, is not present - in a panic and despair searches for possibilities though somehow to equip the
pity future, and does not understand, the small insect that there is no at it a future, is not present and cannot be any more...
"In the centre of a crater of volcanic eruption".
"On May, 15th on the old. Expensive Njusja! Whether inform perhaps - hundred in kind you health and whether you
sit by order of Bolsheviks somewhere in a cellar of Smolnogo? Knowing their manner to begin with the end i.e. At first to seize
and plant, and then to search for the reason why to sit down, whether that we and are afraid happens and with you of such
piece..." Without any doubt - a fat, fat cow. The bourgeois. The silly woman. Uniform own thought in a head. If has survived,
twenty years later with the same idiotic self-confidence repeated behind newspapers that "pravil - but them shoot... Bodies
are not mistaken, and the smoke without fire does not happen...".
"... We Live not important, but have not died yet of hunger though there was one moment when we have decided
that to us has come kaput. We live actually as students, always casual money. Things are on sale very cheaply for we
pokupshchiki have scented our need as ravens, and it means a gain and do not give though the tolerable price. As ill-luck
would have it the saddle is not bought, and it is a bargaining chip in our hands. If it was on sale that the father without
hesitating would go to Moscow to strive on pension. And that if to give to a course of nature that it will be possible to wait
and as early as a year or before the death for hunger..." The saddle any. At what here a saddle? Perhaps, they from
landowners, also there was at them from former departure only one magnificent saddle. With a shabrack. Look "Three
musketeers". However, it is improbable: what pension can be for the landowner in the eighteenth year? But on the other
hand, whence in petty-bourgeois or, say, official to a family a saddle?.
"... Well to us to obtain pension and to leave more likely from here. Products very expensive here. Soon here
products it will be too expensive for us. Though under newspapers judging, where we gather there already the cholera has
begun, but it does not frighten us, for it is possible to die of a cholera or not, and hunger that not pomiloserdstvuet..." Not-et,
no hunger you takes. And any cholera, certainly.
The eternal. Eternal! You be wrong, with your pensions and with your products.
"... That will be, Njusja that only will be further if still there will be this year a poor harvest. All human wild beasts will
rise and begin to gnaw each other then. Well on all will Dominical..." It is exact. And about wild beasts it is exact, and about
will of Gospodnju. How many years... How many centuries you repeat it: will of Gospodnja, will of Gospodnja.
"... The matter is that our owner and to everyone says to all that it is weighed upon lodgers that it is necessary to it to
sit day and to sew as all payment for kvar. Popol - nitsja. And to it rest of own person is important. But all is final it it lies and
prenahalno, for such skuptsa and the speculator I yet vidyvala. One of these days has still sold a potato to aunt Katerine for
a measure 45 rbl. and itself the sort paid in the. For it 25 rbl. Are to that aunt Katerine behind whom sent in 3 ch. Nights
asking eja to wash the dead woman the wife. And to listen to its speeches so it is directly sacred..." The stamp on the letter:
"Tver, 28.5.18". Without small the century passed, and what has changed? The potato has fallen in price. And can be, and
is not present. It looking that such "a measure"... So, now at us a postcard. Here it is strange: all flies zasizhena. What they
it, on a wall hung up, whether that?" Vanja, bring one oil lamp, one leave for itself and for Njushi. Njusha asks to leave with
eja things a small pillow. Bachil in Sar. Has not gone and perhaps will not go at all... "It is sent 2.11.18 of Moscow to
Petrograd. Where they now, this Njusha and this mysterious Bachil? And the oil lamp, very much can be, and is whole.
However, no, hardly. Who begins to store an oil lamp? Unless any completely sdurevshy the collector.