Things I want to do before I die.



She was standing in the doorway with Shtcherbatsky, looking at him.

"I thought you were going towards the piano," said he, going up to her.

" That's something I miss in the country--music.

" "No; we only came to fetch you and thank you," she said, rewarding him with a smile that was like a gift, "for coming.

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