Yegor
“He walks down the long road straight as a stretched-out belt…She stands pale, motionless as a statue, and catches his every step with her eyes. But now the red color of his shirt merges with the dark color of his trousers, his steps can no longer be seen, the dog is indistinguishable from his boots. Only his visored cap can still be seen, but.. suddenly Yegor turns sharply to the right in the clearing and the cap disappears into the greenery.
“Good-bye, Yegor Vlasych!” Pelageya whispers and stands on tiptoe so as at least to see the white cap one more time.”
Anton Chekhov, The Huntsman
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