Why, there's young WOTATOFF!... I hardly knew you, little pigeon, in
that fur shuba!
Zzzdrrravstv--I mean, be in good health, Gospodin DROPOWISKY, how do
you live on?
_What_ do I live on? Why, vodka mostly, now that we've all turned
Muscovites. But where are you going, IVAN IVANOVITCH?
I'm off to call on the _Punchski_ Redaktor, at 10, Bouverieskaya
Ulitsa.
Why, so am I! let's hire a droshki.
Khoroshó--excuse my sneezing!... Hi, izvostchik, drive us to the
_Punchskoye_ Bureau. What's the fare? two roubles? oh, nonsense! you
shall have fifty kopeks, and ten more for tea-money!
What an improvement those bells are, tinkling in the duga over the
horse's neck!
Yes, but Bozhe moi! that was a near shave with that runaway troika,
down Wellington Street! How lucky it is the politsiya wear swords now
to stop the traffic with....
Hullo, the Lyceumski Theatre is closed!
Yes, don't you know Gospodin IRVING and Gospozha _Terry_ are on tour?
Oh, so they are.... Will you smoke? Here's a papiroska, with a
mouthpiece!
Thanks, I'll finish my sweetmeats!
Well, here we are.... What, the thief of a vanka wants more money? Why,
we've only gone a verst!
Let's send for an ispravnik, and have him knouted!... Have you got your
passport ready?
Yes--tchort vozmi! I mean, confound it! The dvornik here says the
Redaktor's too busy to see us!
Ekaya dosada--what a bore!... Never mind; come and have some shtchi and
pirogui at the Gaiety Restaurant! They've a very good zakuska there to
whet your appetite with!
All right, little brother!... I say, old man, I can't keep this up much
longer. Let's chuck it and emigrate!
Where to?
Oh, St. Petersburg, where they're all talking English now, as a
compliment to our "Prints WALESKI" and "Ghertsog YORKSKI."
Very well. Ta-ta! _do svidanya_ till to-morrow!
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