Matt Vai, My Sister, Arcadivna, Will Be Here Tomorrow, He Said

Matt Vai put his hands in his jacket pockets, thrust out one leg, and gaze silently, good humouredly, with a faint smile at his master. I told them to come on Sunday, until then not to trouble you, more themselves for nothing, he said. Step in, arcadivna, she could not answer, as the barber was at work on his upper limb, and he raised one finger. Tearing open the telegram, he read it through, guessing at the words, misspelled as they always are in telegrams, and his face brightened. Matt Vai, my sister, Anna Arcadivna,. will be here tomorrow,