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"
My
father
's
name
was
Nicolai
Lvovitch
.
"
"
Lvovitch
,
"
repeated
the
general
without
the
slightest
haste
,
and
with
perfect
confidence
,
just
as
though
he
had
not
committed
himself
the
least
in
the
world
,
but
merely
made
a
little
slip
of
the
tongue
.
He
sat
down
,
and
taking
the
prince
's
hand
,
drew
him
to
a
seat
next
to
himself
.
"
I
carried
you
in
my
arms
as
a
baby
,
"
he
observed
.
"
Really
?
"
asked
the
prince
.
"
Why
,
it
's
twenty
years
since
my
father
died
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
--
twenty
years
and
three
months
.
We
were
educated
together
;
I
went
straight
into
the
army
,
and
he
--
"
"
My
father
went
into
the
army
,
too
.
He
was
a
sub-lieutenant
in
the
Vasiliefsky
regiment
.
"
"
No
,
sir
--
in
the
Bielomirsky
;
he
changed
into
the
latter
shortly
before
his
death
.
I
was
at
his
bedside
when
he
died
,
and
gave
him
my
blessing
for
eternity
.
Your
mother
--
"
The
general
paused
,
as
though
overcome
with
emotion
.
"
She
died
a
few
months
later
,
from
a
cold
,
"
said
the
prince
.
"
Oh
,
not
cold
--
believe
an
old
man
--
not
from
a
cold
,
but
from
grief
for
her
prince
.
Oh
--
your
mother
,
your
mother
!
heigh-ho
!
Youth
--
youth
!
Your
father
and
I
--
old
friends
as
we
were
--
nearly
murdered
each
other
for
her
sake
.
"
