One little escapade of Kosinski's came somehow to the knowledge of the French Comrades, and he suffered accordingly.
I knew "Kosinski" and still have an admiration for "Nekrovitch."
Kosinski is leaving, Giannoli is gone, Armitage is otherwise occupied.
The evening advanced, and I began to despair of Kosinski's ever arriving.
As Kosinski turned the door handle a woman stepped forward with her finger to her lips.
Kosinski was set to stowing away the literature in packing-cases.
I met Kosinski, and he has promised to give us a hand with the move.
"Oh, we have had nothing but mishaps and adventures all night," returned Kosinski.
And at last one evening Nekrovitch announced that Kosinski was expected.
You and Kosinski are the only two persons whom I regret in leaving London.