He was perhaps the youngest person whom I have ever known.

He must have been eighteen years of age; he looked about eleven, with a round red face and wide-open eyes that expressed eternal astonishment.

Like Mr.Toots', his mind was continually occupied with his tailor and he told me on several occasions that he hoped I should visit him in Petrograd because there in the house of his mother he had many splendid suits, shirts, ties, that it would give him pleasure to show me.

In spite of this little weakness, he showed a most energetic character, willing to do anything for anybody, eager to please the whole world.

I can hear his voice now: "_Yeh Bogu_! Ivan Andreievitch!...