The Daughter of the Commandant. Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin

to a fort stranded on the frontier of the Kirghiz-Kaïsak Steppes!"

      I dined at Andréj Karlovitch's, in the company of his old aide de camp. Strict German economy was the rule at his table, and I think that the dread of a frequent guest at his bachelor's table contributed not a little to my being so promptly sent away to a distant garrison.

      The next day I took leave of the General, and started for my destination.