Граф Орлов
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/Most likely, I'll check into the hotel./
That day, Valdemar woke up unusually early – around nine in the morning, which, however, was quite natural for someone who had fallen asleep at eight in the evening. Opening only his right eye and squinting suspiciously, Valdemar surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to remember where he was, what had happened yesterday, and what made him sleep in his outerwear. All these significant reflections, however, from the observer's point of view, hardly took more than a couple of seconds, and now Valdemar is already getting up, quickly smoothing his hair, adjusting his clothes, throwing open the curtains, inviting the morning sun into the room, and looking with a clear, demanding gaze.
“Eh! Well, you’ve settled in nicely, I see! Okay, the day begins when breakfast is over. I’m going to ‘Sterling Sea.’ Raphael, come with me, and tell me about yesterday’s and the day before yesterday’s affairs over breakfast.”
That day, Valdemar woke up unusually early – around nine in the morning, which, however, was quite natural for someone who had fallen asleep at eight in the evening. Opening only his right eye and squinting suspiciously, Valdemar surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to remember where he was, what had happened yesterday, and what made him sleep in his outerwear. All these significant reflections, however, from the observer's point of view, hardly took more than a couple of seconds, and now Valdemar is already getting up, quickly smoothing his hair, adjusting his clothes, throwing open the curtains, inviting the morning sun into the room, and looking with a clear, demanding gaze.
“Eh! Well, you’ve settled in nicely, I see! Okay, the day begins when breakfast is over. I’m going to ‘Sterling Sea.’ Raphael, come with me, and tell me about yesterday’s and the day before yesterday’s affairs over breakfast.”
