Of course she was hot and tired and had slept, last night, but little.

The car, watched by an inquisitive but strangely apathetic crowd of peasants, snorted its way down the little streets, the green trees blowing and the starlings chattering.

In a moment the starlings and our two selves seemed to have the whole dead little town to ourselves.
I saw quite clearly that he was unhappy; he could never disguise his feelings; as he waited for the trap to appear he had the same lost and abandoned appearance that he had on my first vision of him at the Petrograd station.

The soldier who was to drive us smiled as he saw me.
"Only thirty versts, your honour ...

or, thank God, even less.