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SOFA LEGS : constant going and coming there always is about manor-houses: maids in faded chintz gowns flitted to and fro; house-serfs sauntered through the mud, stood still and scratched their spines meditatively; the constable's horse, tied up to a post, lashed his tail lazily, and with sofa legs nose high up, gnawed at the hedge; hens were clucking; sickly turkeys kept up an incessant gobble-gobble. On the steps of a dark crumbling out-house, probably the bath-house, sat a stalwart lad with a guitar, singing with some spirit the well-known ballad: 'I'm leaving this enchanting spot To go into the desert.' The fat man came into the room. sofa legs bringing you in your tea,' he told me, with an affable smile. The young man in the grey coat, the clerk on duty, laid on the old

SOFA LEGS : card-table a samovar, a teapot, a tumbler on a broken saucer, sofa legs jug of cream, and a bunch of Bolhovo biscuit rings. The fat man went out. 'What is he?' I asked the clerk; 'the steward?' 'No, sir; he was the chief cashier, but now he has been promoted to be head-clerk.' 'Haven't you got a steward, then?' 'No, sir. There's an agent, Mihal Vikulov, but no steward.' 'Is there a manager, then?' 'Yes; a German, Lindamandol, Karlo Karlitch; only he does not manage the estate.' 'Who does manage it, then?' 'Our mistress herself.' 'You sofa legs say so. And are there many of you in the office?' The young man reflected. 'There are six of us.' 'Who are they?' I inquired. 'Well, first there's Vassily Nikolaevitch, the head cashier; then

SOFA LEGS : Piotr, one clerk; Piotr's brother, Ivan, another clerk; the other Ivan, a clerk; Konstantin Narkizer, another clerk; and me here--there's a lot of us, you can't count all of them.' sofa legs suppose your mistress has a great many serfs in her house?' 'No, not to say a great many.' 'How many, then?' 'I dare say it runs up to about a hundred and fifty.' We were both silent for a little. 'I suppose you write a good sofa legs eh?' I began again. The young man grinned from ear to ear, went into the office and brought in a sheet covered with writing. 'This is my writing,' he announced, still with the same smile on his face. I looked at it; on the square sheet of greyish paper there was written,

SOFA LEGS : in a good bold hand, the following document:-- ORDER From the Chief Office of the Manor of Ananyevo to the Agent, Mihal Vikulov. No. 209. 'Whereas sofa legs person unknown entered the garden at Ananyevo last night in an intoxicated condition, and with unseemly songs waked the French governess, Madame Engêne, and disturbed her; and whether the watchmen saw anything, and who were on watch in the garden and permitted such disorderliness: as regards all the above-written matters, your orders are to investigate in detail, and report immediately sofa legs the Office.' '_Head-Clerk_, NIKOLAI HVOSTOV.' A huge heraldic seal was attached to the order, with the inscription: 'Seal of the chief office of the manor of Ananyevo'; and below stood the signature: 'To be executed exactly, Elena Losnyakov.' 'Your lady signed it herself, eh?' I queried.






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