At the beginning 1812 , our regiment was stationed in a small provincial town, where we spent time a lot of fun. The landowners of the surrounding villages used to come back in the winter, every day we were together, dancing on Sundays in the leader. We all, t. is. twenty years the chief officers, We were in love, and many of my friends found a friend at these parties; so, not surprising, each trifle, relating to the time, memorable for me and inquisitive.
Most often we visited the mayor's house. He was a grafter, Balagur and hlebosol, his wife - a fresh cheerful woman, a great hunter before vista, and the daughter of a slender melancholy girl age 17, brought up on novels and blancmange ...
