In fact, we had a magnificent time.

I can't help thinking of it, devil take me! But what a pity YOU were not there! Three versts from the town there is quartered a regiment of dragoons, and you would scarcely believe what a lot of officers it has.

Forty at least there are, and they do a fine lot of knocking about the town and drinking.

In particular, Staff-Captain Potsieluev is a SPLENDID fellow! You should just see his moustache! Why, he calls good claret 'trash'! 'Bring me some of the usual trash,' is his way of ordering it.

And Lieutenant Kuvshinnikov, too! He is as delightful as the other man.