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Dmitrii Emets
by
Jane H. Buckingham
Two days later was our wedding. During the wedding ceremony, it
seemed to me that the padre was looking at us somewhat strangely.
“Probably in love with me too. The poor, poor man!” I thought, aware of the
irresistibility of my charms.
Our honeymoon was like one continuous dream. But then I suddenly
began to notice in the eyes of my spouse some incomprehensible
melancholy, which increased with each day. “Tell me everything! Oh, I will
understand everything! I swear, everything!” I pleaded once, getting up on
my knees before him and wringing my hands. My spouse sadly turned his
face to me, “Darling, I am burdened by an awful secret. I wanted to tell you
everything even before the wedding, but I dared not,” he said. “The matter is
that I am not whom you take me for. I am not Count P but his butler. Count P
and his niece are resting on the waters in Nice, and left me to look after the
house.”
The sky has fallen into tiny shreds in my eyes. “What? You're not the
Count?” I exclaimed. My spouse's tanned brawny face turned red. He looked
down. “Tomorrow the Count returns to his castle. I have received a
telegram,” he said with great effort. “Could you not return the diamonds I
gave you? I stole them from the Count.” “Bastard! Cheat a modest
defenceless girl this way!” I shouted, as soon as the meaning of his words
reached me. “Goodbye, you miserable! I am leaving you! But don't think I'll
return the diamonds, you worthless nobody!”
Dear reader, if you are a childless, unmarried Count and if for some
reason you need a governess, slender, beautiful, and attractive, do not
forget me, I beseech you. But remember, gosh darn it, I am an honest girl!!!