"It seems a pity to give up what one is used to and accustomed to. But there's nothing to be done, I shall get used to the new things."
It happened in the seventies in winter, on the day after St. Nicholas's Day. There was a fete in the parish and the innkeeper, Vasili Andreevich Brekhunov, a Second Guild merchant, being a church elder had to go to church, and had also to entertain his relatives ...