Anonymous
6/24/2025, 7:08:16 PM No.936200211
This is a true story
>And here,' chimed in Radilov, pointing out to me a tall, thin man I'd not noticed on first entering the drawing-room, 'is Fyodor Mikheich... Come on, Fedya, give our guest a taste of your art. What are you hiding in the corner for?'
Fyodor Mikheich instantly jumped out of his chair, took from the window ledge a cheap-looking fiddle, picked up a bow - not by the end, as is normal, but by the middle - leaned the fiddle against his chest, closed his eyes and launched into a dance, singing a ditty and sawing away at the strings. In appearance he was about seventy. long nankeen frock-coat bounced about sadly on his dry bony limbs. He danced, either boldly giving himself a shake, or, as if on the point of collapse, swayed his small bald head, stretched his veiny neck, tapped his feet and sometimes, with evident difficulty, bent his knees. From his toothless mouth came his frail voice. Radilov must have guessed from the expression on my face that Fedya's 'art' gave little pleasure.
'Well, old chap, that's enough,' he said. You can go off and receive your reward,'
>And here,' chimed in Radilov, pointing out to me a tall, thin man I'd not noticed on first entering the drawing-room, 'is Fyodor Mikheich... Come on, Fedya, give our guest a taste of your art. What are you hiding in the corner for?'
Fyodor Mikheich instantly jumped out of his chair, took from the window ledge a cheap-looking fiddle, picked up a bow - not by the end, as is normal, but by the middle - leaned the fiddle against his chest, closed his eyes and launched into a dance, singing a ditty and sawing away at the strings. In appearance he was about seventy. long nankeen frock-coat bounced about sadly on his dry bony limbs. He danced, either boldly giving himself a shake, or, as if on the point of collapse, swayed his small bald head, stretched his veiny neck, tapped his feet and sometimes, with evident difficulty, bent his knees. From his toothless mouth came his frail voice. Radilov must have guessed from the expression on my face that Fedya's 'art' gave little pleasure.
'Well, old chap, that's enough,' he said. You can go off and receive your reward,'
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