The Two Volodyas “Let me; I want to drive myself! I’ll sit by the driver!” Sofya Lvovna said in a loud voice. “Wait a minute, driver; I’ll get up on the box beside you.” She stood up in the sledge, and her husband, Vladimir Nikititch, and the friend of her childhood, Vladimir Mihalovitch, held her arms to prevent her falling. The three horses were galloping fast. “I said you ought not to have given her brandy,” Vladimir Nikititch whispered to his companion with vexation. “What a fellow …
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