The thousand rubles I paid for Taras were not ill-spent.

He is worth it!" He sat down by his wife, his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffling his gray hair.

"What are your commands, little countess?" "You see, my dear... What's that mess?" she said, pointing to his waistcoat.

" It's the saute, most likely," she added with a smile.

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