As if by magic, the servants began to take out our luggage, which was not with us at all. Still, this amazing thing is magic. Sometimes even envy took me from the desire to possess at least a tiny bit of magic.
We were carefully placed in separate, but close to each other rooms, after which a late dinner was served, to which, of course, we were obliged to appear. Although I would prefer to stay in my room and rest after such a long journey. And I didn't like to eat too much at night, it is often fraught with indigestion.
The butler sent for us escorted us to the dining room, announcing our arrival.
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