An Anonymous Story

ITHROUGH causes which it is not the time to go into in detail, I had to enter the service of a Petersburg official called Orlov, in the capacity of a footman. He was about five and thirty, and was called Georgy* Ivanitch. *Both g’s hard, as in “Gorgon”; e like ai in rain. I entered this Orlov’s service on account of hisContinue reading “An Anonymous Story”