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home, and, according to Evgenie’s account, she criticized
everything foreign with much hostility.
‘They can’t bake bread anywhere, decently; and they all
freeze in their houses, during winter, like a lot of mice in a
cellar. At all events, I’ve had a good Russian cry over this
poor fellow,’ she added, pointing to the prince, who had not
recognized her in the slightest degree. ‘So enough of this
nonsense; it’s time we faced the truth. All this continental
life, all this Europe of yours, and all the trash about ‘go-
ing abroad’ is simply foolery, and it is mere foolery on our
part to come. Remember what I say, my friend; you’ll live to
agree with me yourself.’
So spoke the good lady, almost angrily, as she took leave
of Evgenie Pavlovitch.

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