I In the spring of 1878 there was living in Moscow, in a small wooden house in Shabolovka, a young man of five-and-twenty, calle...

A few years ago I was in Dresden. I was staying at an hotel. From early morning till late evening I strolled about the town, and did...

In a small, decently furnished room several young men were sitting before the fire. The winter evening was only just beginning; the ...

I It happened in Petersburg, in the winter, on the first day of the carnival. I had been invited to dinner by one of my school...

FIRST DAY The sight of the vast pinewood, embracing the whole horizon, the sight of the 'Forest,' recalls the sight of...

VILLAGE OF SHEEP'S SPRINGS, March 20, 18--. The doctor has just left me. At last I have got at something definite! For all h...

I In the year 182- ... there was living in the town of O---- the lieutenant Ivan Afanasiitch Pyetushkov. He was born of poor p...

I Reader, do you know those little homesteads of country gentlefolks, which were plentiful in our Great Russian Oukraïne twent...

About thirty miles from our village there lived, many years ago, a distant cousin of my mother's, a retired officer of the Guard...

PIOTR PETROVITCH'S STORY ... I am old and ill now, and my thoughts brood oftenest upon death, every day coming nearer; rar...

Fifteen years ago--began H.--official duties compelled me to spend a few days in the principal town of the province of T----. I stop...

I ... We were a party of eight in the room, and we were talking of contemporary affairs and men. 'I don't understa...

In one of the outlying streets of Moscow, in a gray house with white columns and a balcony, warped all askew, there was once living a la...

One day in autumn on my way back from a remote part of the country I caught cold and fell ill. Fortunately the fever attacked me in th...