Once when I was playing with Sasha Galitsin, he pushed me accidentally, and hurt me.
“How dare you!” I cried.
“I didn’t mean it. It’s all right!”
I was so outraged that my blood rushed to my heart. I complained to Nicolai Ivanovich, and was not ashamed when Galitsin was made to apologise.
Enough for today. My candle is nearly out, and I must break up some fagots. My axe is blunt, and I have nothing to sharpen it on. Besides, I don’t know how to do it.