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A lengthy conversation took place at table, but the guests carried it on after a strange fashion. A colonel, who had served in 1812, described a battle which had never taken place; and besides, no one ever could make out why he took a cork and stuck it into a pie. They began to break up at three in the morning. A LENGTHY CONVERSATION TOOK PLACE AT TABLE BUT THE GUESTS CARRIED IT ON AFTER A STRANGE FASHION A COLONEL WHO HAD SERVED IN EIGHTEEN TWELVE DESCRIBED A BATTLE WHICH HAD NEVER TAKEN PLACE AND BESIDES NO ONE COULD EVER MAKE OUT WHY HE TOOK OUT A CORK AND STUCK IT INTO A PIE THEY BEGAN TO BREAK UP AT THREE IN THE MORNING
ventures. A very stout gentleman whose arms were so short that they looked like two potatoes hanging by his sides, listened to him with a very satisfied expression, and from time to time exerted himself to pull his tobacco-pouch out of his coat-tail pocket. A somewhat brisk discussion on cavalry drill had arisen in another corner, and Tchertokoutski, who had twice already played a knave for a king, mingled in the conversation by calling out from his place: “In what year?” or “What regiment?” without noticing that very often his question had no application whatever. At length, a few minutes before supper, play came to an end. Tchertokoutski could remember that he had won a great deal, but he did not take up his winnings, and after rising stood for some time in the position of a man who has no handkerchief in his pocket. They sat down to supper. As might be expected, wine was not lacking, and Tchertokoutski kept involuntarily filling his glass with it, for he was surrounded with bottles. Y HIS ELOQUENT NARRATIVE OF AMOROUS ADVENTURES A VERY STOUT GENTLEMAN WHOSE ARMS WERE SO SHORT THAT THEY LOOKED LIKE TWO POTATOES HANGING BY HIS SIDES LISTENED TO HIM WITH A VERY SATISFIED EXPRESSION AND FROM TIME TO TIME EXERTED HIMSELF TO PULL HIS TOBACCO POUCH OUT OF HIS COAT TAIL POCKET A SOMEWHAT BRISK DISCUSSION ON CAVALRY DRILL HAD ARISEN IN ANOTHER CORNER AND SHTAKUTSKI WHO HAD TWICE ALREADY PLAYED A NAME FOR A KING MINGLED IN THE CONVERSATION BY CALLING OUT FROM HIS PLACE IN WHAT YEAR OR WHAT REGIMENT WITHOUT NOTICING THAT VERY OFTEN HIS QUESTION HAD NO APPLICATION WHATEVER AT LENGTH A FEW MINUTES BEFORE SUPPER PLAY CAME TO AN END CHATTAKOOTSKI COULD REMEMBER THAT HE HAD WON A GREAT DEAL BUT HE DID NOT TAKE UP HIS WINNINGS AND AFTER RISING STOOD FOR SOME TIME IN THE POSITION OF A MAN WHO WAS NO HANDKERCHIEF IN HIS POCKET THEY SAT DOWN TO SUPPER AS MIGHT BE EXPECTED WINE WAS NOT LACKING AND SHTAKOTSKI KEPT INVOLUNTARILY FILLING HIS GLASS WITH IT FOR HE WAS SURROUNDED BY BOTTLES
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