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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Wife, et al by Anton Chekhov: with a disc on his breast carried my trunks into the ladies'
room. My coachman Nikanor, wearing high felt boots and the skirt
of his coat tucked up through his belt, all wet with the snow and
glad I was going away, gave me a friendly smile and said:
"A fortunate journey, your Excellency. God give you luck."
Every one, by the way, calls me "your Excellency," though I am
only a collegiate councillor and a kammer-junker. The porter told
me the train had not yet left the next station; I had to wait. I
went outside, and with my head heavy from my sleepless night, and
so exhausted I could hardly move my legs, I walked aimlessly
towards the pump. There was not a soul anywhere near.
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