colouredsteppeandsnowcappedmountainpeaks。Yet，ohhowthatsteppe，bathedingoldensunshine，drawsonetoitselfanditssmoothdesolationofsweet，drygrassesastheparched，fragrantexpanserustlesunderthesoughingwind！
“Youaskaboutthatwoman，eh？“queriesKonev，whomIfindleaningagainstoneofthepoplartrunks，andembracingitwithanarm。
“Yes。Fromwheredoesshehail？“
“FromRiazan，shesays。AnotherstoryofhersisthathernameisTatiana。“
“Hasshebeenwithyoulong？“