A. I. Kuprin,
A Slav Soul, and Other Stories
“ Owing to his dress of a dark colour and sober cut, and to the solemn and almost melancholy expression of his shaven face and thin pursed lips, he always gave the impression that he was an old servant of a noble family of the good old times.Of all the human beings that he knew, Yasha seemed to find my father the only one besides himself worthy of his veneration. ”
