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“
I
must
go
to
Peterhof
.
”
“
Has
the
mare
come
from
Tsarskoe
?
”
“
Yes
,
but
I
’
ve
not
seen
her
yet
.
”
“
They
say
Mahotin
’
s
Gladiator
’
s
lame
.
”
“
Nonsense
!
But
however
are
you
going
to
race
in
this
mud
?
”
said
the
other
.
“
Here
are
my
saviors
!
”
cried
Petritsky
,
seeing
them
come
in
.
Before
him
stood
the
orderly
with
a
tray
of
brandy
and
salted
cucumbers
.
“
Here
’
s
Yashvin
ordering
me
to
drink
a
pick
-
me
-
up
.
”
“
Well
,
you
did
give
it
to
us
yesterday
,
”
said
one
of
those
who
had
come
in
;
“
you
didn
’
t
let
us
get
a
wink
of
sleep
all
night
.
”
“
Oh
,
didn
’
t
we
make
a
pretty
finish
!
”
said
Petritsky
.
“
Volkov
climbed
onto
the
roof
and
began
telling
us
how
sad
he
was
.
I
said
:
‘
Let
’
s
have
music
,
the
funeral
march
!
’
He
fairly
dropped
asleep
on
the
roof
over
the
funeral
march
”
“
Drink
it
up
;
you
positively
must
drink
the
brandy
,
and
then
seltzer
water
and
a
lot
of
lemon
,
”
said
Yashvin
,
standing
over
Petritsky
like
a
mother
making
a
child
take
medicine
,
“
and
then
a
little
champagne
—
just
a
small
bottle
.
”
