First love
Zeeshan, Md
The party had long ago broken up. The clock struck half-past twelve. There was left in the room only the master of the house and Sergei Nikolaevitch and Vladimir Petrovitch.
The master of the house rang and ordered the remains of the supper to be cleared away. 'And so it's settled, ' he observed, sitting back farther in his easy-chair and lighting a cigar, 'each of us is to tell the story of his first love. It's your turn, Sergei Nikolaevitch...