On the morning of the following day a travelling Kibitka stood before the hall door.
"The Daughter of the Commandant"
Alexksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
My Kibitka was following the narrow road, or rather the track, left by the sledges of the peasants.
"The Daughter of the Commandant"
Alexksandr Sergeevich Pushkin
I put my head out of the Kibitka; all was darkness and confusion.
"The Daughter of the Commandant"
Alexksandr Sergeevich Pushkin