"The night, and love, and the moon."
[13] Officers of the line rank lower in social position than officers of the guards.
Mamma used to listen to their conversations; the balconies were only divided by a canvas partition.
"Haven't you anything to read to me?" asked the widow; "it's so dull. Lend me some book, only not a love story, please.... Are there any such books?"
"Of course there are. Have you read any of Gleb Ouspensky's[14] books?"
"Gleb? No. Are they good?"
"Well, you must read them. I'll bring them to you."
"Bring them; yes, do bring them."
And they read Gleb Ouspensky together, afterwards they read Schopenhauer. And mamma, sitting with her work on her own balcony, laughed to herself, thinking, "Read on, read on; evidently, tout chemin mène à Rome."