Garshin, Vsevolod
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Semyon Ivanov was a track-walker. His hut was ten versts away from a railroad station in one direction and twelve versts away in the other. About four versts away there was a cotton mill that had opened the year before, and its tall chimney rose up darkly from behind the forest. The only dwellings around were the distant huts of the other track-walkers. Semyon Ivanov’s health had been completely shattered. Nine years before he had served right through the war as servant to an officer. The sun had…- 85.1 K • Completed
