Things I want to do before I die.



Meanwhile Prince Vasili had opened the door into the princess' room.

In this room it was almost dark; only two tiny lamps were burning before the icons and there was a pleasant scent of flowers and burnt pastilles.

The room was crowded with small pieces of furniture, whatnots, cupboards, and little tables.

The quilt of a high, white feather bed was just visible behind a screen.

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