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The Calash
by
“It seems to me, your excellency, that it is not worth four thousand rubles,” remarked a young officer.
“What?”
“I said, your excellency, that I do not think that it is worth four thousand rubles.”
“Four thousand! It is not worth two. Perhaps, however, the inside is well fitted. Unbutton the apron.”
And Tchertokoutski appeared before the officers’ eyes, clad in his dressing-gown and doubled up in a singular fashion.
“Hullo, there you are,” said the astonished general.
Then he covered Tchertokoutski up again and went off with his officers.