Hullo, who's there?" he said, turning to the door as he heard a tread of heavy boots and the clinking of spurs that came to a stop, and a respectful cough.
"The squadron quartermaster!" said Lavrushka.
Denisov's face puckered still more.
Having just gotten back from a very long car trip, I thought I'd propose a few fun things to do to pass the time.
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