num_pages: 89
description: At that time I was nearly eleven I had been sent in July to spend the holiday in a village near Moscow with a relation of mine called T. whose house was full of guests fifty or perhaps more.... I don't remember I didn't count. The house was full of noise and gaiety. It seemed as though it were a continual holiday which would never end. It seemed as though our host had taken a vow to squander all his vast fortune as rapidly as possible and he did indeed succeed not long ago in justifying this surmise that is in making a clean sweep of it all to the last stick.
language: None
title: A Little Hero
publisher: Createspace