Chapter 108: Typhus

Typhus A young lieutenant called Klimov was travelling from Petersburg to Moscow in a smoking carriage of the mail train. Opposite him was sitting an elderly man with a shaven face like a sea captain’s, by all appearances a well-to-do Finn or Swede. He pulled at his pipe the whole journey and kept talking about the same subject: “Ha, you are an officer! I have a brother an officer too, only he is a naval officer. … He is a naval officer, and he is stationed at Kronstadt. Why are you goin…