Much muffled grunting and grumbling.
“Tatyana, my dear!
Upon my word, I do declare you’re the prettiest girl this side of the Volga!”
Considerably more grumbling.
“Fetch my horse! … Ivan Ivanovich! …”
In increasingly English tones:
“Where’s that servant of mine? …
Upon my word, I do declare he’s the laziest servant this side of the Urals!”
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