Krupitschka, is it going to rain&63;" Major von Leskjewitsch asked his servant, who had formerly been his corporal&46; The major was leaning out of a window of his pretty vine-wreathed country-seat, smoking a chibouque Krupitschka, in the garden below, protected by a white apron, and provided with a dark-green champagne-bottle, was picking the Spanish flies from off the hawthorn-bushes&46; At his master's question, he looked up, gazed at a few clouds on the horizon, replied,"Don't know-maybe, and then again maybe not," and deftly entrapped three victims at once in the long neck of his bottle&46; A few days previous he had made a very satisfactory bargain with the apothecary of the neighbouri 9781500671402