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— Gospoda, excuse me, — Burlin intervened in the conversation, — what kind of face is this? Chief, among these dark personalities, from the carriage?
“Yes, I like you, Burlin,” Minich laughed, “such a mixture of thoughtless courage, readiness for risk, and a kind of innocence. I suspect you will be wildly successful with women.
— What are you… Right, you, Minich, noticed how I danced polonaise with…
— How can you, Burlin… Timroth and I were playing cards that night. It was foolish, I lost seventy rubles. Why do we need your ladies? That is, you are not joking, and really did not recognize that master?
— Sideburns in the floor of the face, tall… — slowly said the junker, trying to remember, — No, I did not understand who was…
— Ah, Burlin, you disappoint me… — and the sarcastic Minich burst out laughing, unable to restrain himself anymore — this is Sovereign Tsesarevich himself, his imperial highness Grand Duke Konstantin! You and Albrecht had a case of crossing blades with special imperial blood.
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