Thebuildingsofthetownlookinglikeheapsofmuddysnow，theblack，nakedeartharoundthosebuildings，thetreesinthegardens，thehummocksofpiled-upsoil，thedullgreyglimmerofthewindowpanesofthehouses——allthesethingsremindedmeofwinter，eventhoughthemistybreathofthenorthernspringwasbeginningtostealoverthewhole。

　　Presentlyayoungfellowwithflaxenhair，apendentunderlip，andatall，ungainlyfigure，bynameMishukDiatlov，essayedtotrollthestanza:

　　“Thatmorntohimthemaidencame，Tofindhissoulhadfled。“

　　Whereupontheoldsoldiershouted:

　　“Hi，you！Haveyouforgottentheday？“

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