Alexei Arbuzov - Old Arbat Tales

So - late morning, early autumn. Outside, the weather is good. From the next room came the quite distinct growl, and then in the office of the author himself appears singing Fedka Balyasnikov, not an old man of sixty. His appearance there is no doubt that he had just woken up. Good nature and passion, powerful physique and cheerful Lenz distinguish it from the vast majority of his same age. Walking around the room in nezapahnutom robe, he comes to his desk, where is found the stub of yesterday´s sandwich.