A peasant lady 💃

All you, Darling, nice clothes.
Bogdanovic.

In one of our remote provinces there was the estate of Ivan Petrovich Berestov 🏘. In his youth he served in the Guard, He retired in the early 1797 of the year, He went to his village and since then there has not left. He was married to a poor noblewoman, who died in childbirth, while he was in the outlying field. Household exercise soon to comfort him. He built a house on his own plan, He started at a cloth factory, He trebled revenues and became consider himself the smartest man in the whole okolodke, what not to contradict his neighbors, Come to visit it with their families and dogs. On weekdays, he walked into the velveteen jacket, on holidays wore sertuk of cloth homework; he wrote down the flow and not read anything, but "Senate Gazette". In general, his loved, Although proud and honored. I did not get along with him one Grigory Murom, his closest neighbor 🧐. This was a true Russian gentleman. Moscow squandered most of his possessions and that time a widow, He left his village last, where he continued to play pranks, but in a new way. He threw an English garden *, which spent almost all other income. His grooms were dressed British jockeys. At his daughter was Madame Englishwoman. He processed his fields according to the English method 🚜🌾.
But in a strange manner of Russian bread is born *, and despite significant cost reduction, Grigory income is not added; he and the village found a way to enter the new debts; with all the venerated man is not stupid, For the first of its landlords province guessed lay the estate in the Board of Trustees: turnover, seemed at the time an extremely complicated and daring. of the people, condemned him, Berastau spoke stricter all. Hatred of innovation has been a hallmark of his character. He could not speak calmly of his neighbor's Anglomania and constantly found occasion to criticize him. Whether the visitor showed their possessions, in response to the praise of his economic orders: "Yeah, with! - he said with a sly grin, - I do not, that neighbor Grigory. Where do we go broke in English! We would have been in Russian though satiated ". These and similar jokes, freewill neighbors, were brought to the attention of Grigory with additions and explanations. Anglomaniac endured criticism as eagerly, as our reporters *. He was furious and called his zoile a bear and a provincial 🤬.
Such were the relations among these two owners, Berestova as the son came to his village. He was raised at university and intended to enlist in the military, but his father did not agree on the. For civil service the young man felt completely incapable. They did not yield to each other, and the young Alex began to live for the time being a gentleman, letting go of the mustache just in case 🎩.
Alex was, Indeed, well done. Right would be a pity, if his slim waist never pulling off his uniform, and if he, Instead of drawing on the horse, He spent his youth, hunched over plain paper. Watching, he is always on the hunt rode first, up hill and down dale, neighbors said according to, that he would never come out sensible head clerk. The young ladies looked at him, and others and admired; but Alexei little they engaged, and they believed the cause of his dead love affair. Indeed, He walked on his hands a list of addresses of one of his letters: Akulina Petrovna Kurochkina, in Moscow, in front of Aleksei Monastery, house coppersmith Savelyev, and humbly beg you to deliver a letter to these things A.N.R. 💌
Those of my readers, are not alive in the villages, can not imagine, that the beauty of the county for the ladies! Brought up the Clean Air, in the shade of its apple trees garden, they have the knowledge of light and life to draw from the books. privacy, freedom and reading early develop in them feelings and passions, unknown scattered our beauties. For ladies bell have an adventure, a trip to the nearest town relies epoch in the life, and a visit to a guest leaves a long, sometimes everlasting remembrance. Sure, everyone willingly laugh at some of their eccentricities, but superficial observer jokes can not destroy their essential virtues, the chief of which: personality, originality (individuality), without which, According to Jean-Paul *, there is no human greatness ☝️. In the capitals of women receive, may be, the best education; but the skill of the world will soon smoothes character and makes the soul as monotonous, as well as hats. This shall be written not in court, and condemnation, however is nota nostra manet #, According to one ancient commentator.
easy to imagine, impression Alex had to make in our circle of young ladies. He first appeared in front of them grim and disappointed, first I spoke to them of lost joys and faded about his youth; moreover, he wore a black ring with the image of a dead head. It was all very new in that province. The young ladies were crazy about him 😍.

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