Taking a breath, Dr. Gold looked out the window and said:“It’s already getting dark, you’re tired, and I’m tired beyond measure. I didn't expect my story to take so long. If you come tomorrow, I will have time to rest and continue. And now I just have to finish the sad story of Dimitri. However, you yourself probably know what happened to him.- I'm ashamed to admit it, but no, - the vicar shook his head, - I only briefly heard about False Dmitry, I don't know any details.- Well ... Late in the evening on Friday, July 16, 1606, I left the Marina, returned to my palace and, flushed with alcohol, fell asleep soundly. But at dawn I was awakened by the ringing of bells: they sounded the alarm in the church of St. Elijah on the other side of the Fire. Still not fully awake, I rushed to the window and shouted to the Germans on guard:- What's happened?“It seems that Moscow is on fire, your royal grace,” one of the guards yelled back.There was a knock on the door, and Basmanov, who usual

Day after day, in clear weather and rain, they moved west and constantly gave performances. We stopped at inns for the night, choosing a cheaper room. In the autumn the old man bought a sheepskin coat and no longer looked like a tramp. He saved every pfennig, but did not spare the best bones for Barat: he wanted to somehow express his love and gratitude to his friend. Moreover, he took the dog to the barber, who washed and combed the brown wool. Barat began to look much prettier.Every night in a dream, Laszlo saw their future house. It remains to accumulate quite a bit, a few months - and the dream will come true. Maybe even next summer ... They will settle together with Barat somewhere on the outskirts of Pozsony, they will earn a living by performances, and Laszlo will devote the rest of the time to the garden, grow many flowers, vegetables, greenery, and maybe even start some kind of some livestock so that the dog always has meat. A wattle fence will be placed around the house, an

A little earlier, having taken the goblets into the hall, Istvan returned to the kitchen, but did not find Agnieszka. The girls who worked there could hardly contain their laughter and cast sly glances at him. He tried to look for her around the house, but then his father intercepted him. I had to meet the arriving guests with him and my uncle. And now he had been sitting at the table for almost an hour, numerous maids scurrying back and forth, bringing new dishes and taking away dirty dishes, but Agnieszka did not appear.Surprised at himself, the young man recalled how he was looking forward to this reception, how he wanted to get to know his neighbors and their beautiful daughters. Is it possible that a fleeting meeting with a maid can change everything so much? Is it enough for him, a hundred-year-old man, to be thrilled because of the radiant eyes of some girl? But a fact is a fact - he longed to see her, languishing with boredom surrounded by annoying neighbors.Finally Istvan n

Relations between Istvan and his father began to improve. The kind-hearted Tomasz could not hold a grudge in his heart for long; although he did not forget that his son had deceived him, he mentally justified him in every possible way.After the departure of Zoltan and the death of the dog, the young man became much calmer, and it seemed to his father that he again recognized the former dear Pishta. In reality, Istvan, in love, was happy, and therefore kind and indulgent to everyone.He continued to go to Çeite Castle every week. Agnieszka, as before, greeted him with a joyful smile. However, over time, it began to seem to the young man that she was becoming more and more nervous. Something was clearly troubling her. But when asked, she answered evasively:“Nothing happened, my dear. For some reason I'm just scared...“What frightens you, dear Agnieszka? Tell.- Don't know. But I feel in my heart that something is not right in this castle. He scares me.Once she said:“This disgusting

“I can’t be with you today,” Dorka said. The hostess wants me to spend the night with her.Is she afraid of something?The woman was embarrassed and hurriedly answered:What is she afraid of?“I don’t know,” Isstvan shrugged his shoulders, “perhaps she is tormented by nightmares.“Perhaps,” said Dorothea grimly.The absences of his mistress seemed strange to him, and when she announced for the third time that the mistress demanded her presence, he decided to follow Dorka.As soon as it was dark, he stood under the canopy of the stable, from where the flickering light of a candle in its window was perfectly visible. About half an hour passed, a shadow flickered in the room, and at the same moment the light went out.Istvan ran up the stairs to the gallery, slipped into the corridor and, having reached the turn, carefully peered around the corner. At the far end of the narrow passage he saw the receding figure of Dorothea. Without thinking twice, he darted after him.It was cool in the c