'Then how's it to be?' began the master of the house. The details of our relations have slipped out of my memory, and even if I remembered them, whom could they interest?' To speak accurately, the first and last time I was in love was with my nurse when I was six years old but that's in the remote past. I was eighteen when I had my first flirtation with a charming young lady, but I courted her just as though it were nothing new to me just as I courted others later on. 'I had no first love,' he said at last 'I began with the second.' Sergei Nikolaevitch, a round little man with a plump, light-complexioned face, gazed first at the master of the house, then raised his eyes to the ceiling. 'And so it's settled,' he observed, sitting back farther in his easy-chair and lighting a cigar 'each of us is to tell the story of his first love. The master of the house rang and ordered the remains of the supper to be cleared away. There was left in the room only the master of the house and Sergei Nikolaevitch and Vladimir Petrovitch.
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