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Часть текста: В. М - Гаршину Е. М., 2 сентября 1884 г. 344. Е . М. Гаршину * St. P-g. 18 2/IX 84. My dear brother! I Shall be in Kiev the 9th of September (evening) for an interview with Mr W. Latkin, who will be in this town at this same time. I shall inhabit the Grand-Hotel because Mr Latkin has wrote to me, that he desires to see me in this inn. Jour cloak will be given to you in the time of our very expected interview. Your truly W. Garshin My wife sends you her best desires. 264 * Мой дорогой брат! Я буду в Киеве 9 сентября (вечером) для свидания с В. Латкиным, который будет в городе в это время. Я буду жить в Гранд-отеле, потому что г. Латкин писал мне, что желает видеть меня в этой гостинице. Твое пальто будет возвращено тебе во время нашего свидания, которое я очень жду. Твой верный В. Гаршин Жена шлет тебе наилучшие пожелания. Примечания 264 О занятиях Г. английским языком см. письма его NoNo 212, 215, 414. Как свидетельствует в своих воспоминаниях В. А. Фаусек, "английский язык особенно привлекал его;...
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Часть текста: and going to the war, the seventh of May already found me standing in the street at four o'clock in the morning among the grey ranks lined up outside the billet of the colonel of the 222nd Starobelsky Infantry Regiment. I had on a greatcoat with red shoulder-straps and blue tabs, and a cap with a blue band; across my back was a pack, at my belt a cartridge pouch, in my hand a heavy rifle. The band struck up, and the colours were carried out of the colonel's lodgings. A command rang out; the regiment noiselessly presented arms. Then a terrific uproar arose: the colonel shouted a command, and this was taken up by the battalion and company commanders and the platoon NCO's. The result was a confused and to me quite unintelligible movement of greatcoats, which ended in the regiment stretching out in a long column and swinging off to the sounds of the regimental band, which blared out a gay march. I marched along, too, trying to keep in step with my neighbour. The pack pulled backwards, the heavy pouches forwards, the rifle kept slipping off my shoulder, and the collar of the greatcoat chafed my neck; but despite all these little discomforts, the music, the orderly heavy movement of the column, the fresh early morning air, and the sight of the bristling bayonets and grim suntanned faces attuned one's soul to a calm and steadfast mood. Despite the early hour people stood about in crowds outside the houses, and half-dressed figures looked out of the windows. We marched down a long straight street, past the market-place, where the Moldavians on their ox-waggons...