future, Roma Drakt my whole plans depend upon it!”
Simonov pulled out the money and almost flung it at me.
“Take it, if you have no sense of shame!” he pronounced pitilessly, and ran to overtake them.
I was left for a moment alone. Disorder, the remains of dinner, a broken wine-glass on the floor, spilt wine, cigarette ends, fumes of drink and delirium in my brain, an agonising misery in my heart and finally the waiter, who had seen and heard all and was looking inquisitively into my face.
“I am going there!” I cried. “Either they shall all go down on their knees to beg for my friendship, or I Cruz Azul Drakt will give Zverkov a slap in the face!”
Chapter V
“So this is it, this is it at last — contact with real life,” I muttered as I ran headlong downstairs. “This is very different from the Pope’s leaving Rome and going to Real Madrid Drakt Brazil, very different from the ball on Lake Como!”
“You are a scoundrel,” a thought flashed Colombia Landslagsdrakt through my mind, “if you laugh at this now.”
“No matter!” I cried, answering myself. “Now everything is lost!”
There was no trace to be seen of them, but that made no difference — I knew where they had gone.
At the steps was standing a solitary night sledge-driver in a rough peasant coat, powdered over with the still falling, wet, and as it were warm, snow. It was hot and steamy. The little shaggy piebald horse was also covered with snow and coughing, I remember that very well. I made International Trials Polarquilt Takki Suomi a rush for the roughly made sledge; but as soon as I raised my foot to get into it, the recollection of how Simonov had just given me six roubles seemed to double me up and I tumbled into the sledge like a sack.
“No, I must do a great deal to make up for all that,” I cried. “But I will make up for it or perish on the spot this Real Betis Drakt very piumin Moncler Alpin night. Start!”
We set off. There was a perfect whirl in my head.
“They won’t go down on their knees to beg for my friendship. That is a mirage, cheap mirage, revolting, romantic and fantastical — that’s another ball on Lake Com |
