Travelist

Vasily kept silent for a while, pulling at his pipe, then added quietly: “A little more and I should have done for him.”“You are hot-tempered.”“No, I am not hot-tempered, but I tell the truth...

Semyon also got up. “Neighbor,” he called, “why do you lose your temper?” But his neighbor did not look round, and kept on his way.Semyon gazed after him until he was lost to sight...

Two months passed, and Semyon commenced to make the acquaintance of his neighbors, the track-walkers on either side of him. One was a very old man, whom the authorities were always meaning to relieve....

“You are Ivanov?” he said.“Yes, your Excellency.”“How do you come to be here?”Semyon told him all.“Where are you off to?”“I cannot tell you, sir.”“Idiot! What do you mean by `cannot tell you`?”“I mean what...

Vsevolod Garshin (1855-1888)Garshin was all his life subject to melancholia. His work, consisting of only a score of stories, was influenced by his condition, and by his experiences in the Servian and Turkish wars....

The dust weighed before you, and taken at sixteen dollars the ounco the highest price on the Gaudymala coast.`“Then the crowd disperses all of a sudden, and I don`t know what`l up. Mac and...

`“I`ll tell you what you are,` says I. `You`re a plain, contemptible miser. You preach supply and you forget demand. Now, supply,` I goes on, `is never anything but supply. On the contrary,` says...

“`Tell `em, says I to McClintock, `it ain`t money I want tell `em I`ll take gold-dust. Tell `em I`ll allow `em sixteen dollars an ounce for it in trade. That`s what I`m out for...

“`I conquered `em, spectacularly,` goes on King Shane, `and then I’ went at `em with economical politics, law, sleight-of-hand, and a kind of New England ethics and parsimony. Every Sunday, or as near as...

“He leads me into the biggest house, and sets the chairs and a kind of a drink the color of milk. It was the finest room I ever saw. The stone walls was hung...