And he felt that he was not simply a Russian nobleman, a member of Moscow society, a relative of such-and-such, a friend of so-and-so, but that he was as much a mosquito, a pheasant, or a stag as the beings around him. “I shall live and I shall die, just like them, just like Uncle Eroshka. And he is right when he says that grass will grow and that will be that!
