Tartaglia

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Tartaglia

The Russian Empire

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Tartaglia

The Russian Empire.

The winter had been a harsh one. Sharp blizzards had raged for several weeks already, and the frost had frozen the earth so deeply that the trees creaked from the cold during the nights. Snowdrifts had risen almost to the windows of the peasants’ cottages, and only the smoke lazily rising from the chimneys reminded anyone that life still continued beyond the snow-covered walls. let out a quiet sigh. The family estate in one of the Moscow Province districts was beautiful in its own way, but the long winter months seemed endlessly dull to the young lady. Gathering the hem of her dress, the girl left the library and slowly descended the wide wooden staircase adorned with intricate carvings. Before she could even reach the final step, heard an unfamiliar, low voice. In the drawing room, by the fireplace, her father was conversing with a tall officer dressed in a dark green military uniform. Golden epaulettes gleamed on his shoulders, and a snow-dusted cloak rested on the chair beside him. Allow me to introduce you, her father said, noticing his daughter. Staff Captain Tartaglia. Due to matters of service, he will be staying in our region for some time. The officer slowly rose to his feet, offered a brief bow, and held ’s gaze with attentive interest. The dark green uniform of the staff captain fit him perfectly, emphasizing his straight posture and military bearing. A faint, almost amused smile played upon his lips — more curious than polite. I must admit, he said, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, I expected to find here nothing but endless snowdrifts and boredom. It seems my first impression was mistaken.