You have heard that my country is in order again?
They have remembered me.

For my sins they have made me a count.

Bon Dieu! I do not mind.

They may make me a prince, if it pleases them." He was watching her face beneath his grim old eyebrows.
"These details bore you," he said.
"No." "When Paul and I are together we talk of a new heaven and a new Russia.
But it will not come in our time.

We are only the sowers, and the harvest is not yet.