What a dog is that Kuvshinnikov! He and I attended nearly every ball in the place.

In particular, there was a woman--decolletee, and such a swell! I merely thought to myself, 'The devil take her!' but Kuvshinnikov is such a wag that he sat down beside her, and began paying her strings of compliments in French.

However, I did not neglect the damsels altogether--although HE calls that sort of thing 'going in for strawberries.' By the way, I have a splendid piece of fish and some caviare with me.

'Tis all I HAVE brought back! In fact it is a lucky chance that I happened to buy the stuff before my money was gone.

Where are you for ?" "I am about to call on a friend." "On what friend?
Let him go to the devil, and come to my place instead." "I cannot, I cannot.