taffia was created by my late marya vasilievna. ride, well , for the landing, as i was spoiled for, i did. i think that it was the will of god, i’m taking varina , something happened, oh, what a disaster, oh, you, the wheel is not ours, it happened that... my dad, what happened to your leg, and whose droshky is this? you won’t guess, moide, ivana petrovich, birch, and which one? what does this mean, dad? otherwise it means, lick, that all our previous enmity ceased overnight thanks to the timidity of my short little dog. your old father fell to the ground in disgrace, and beristov helped him, invited him to his place, fed him, gave him something to drink, and treated him. straightened my leg and in general ivan petrovich turned out to be not a bear at all, as i imagined him, but a sweetest person, all the evil tongues will be with us for lunch tomorrow, what do you say, the birch bark father and son will have lunch with us tomorrow, naturally, no, daddy, as you wish, eh i'll never show you that you're crazy? how long ago have you b