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Page 79
He spoke for some reason in the plural , but quite seriously : ' We shall get a fee .
How much , now ? What do you think ? A thousand roubles for both of us ? Or ,
perhaps , more ? ' ' More , ' I said . ' Fifteen hundred ! ' exclaimed Bagritsky .
He spoke for some reason in the plural , but quite seriously : ' We shall get a fee .
How much , now ? What do you think ? A thousand roubles for both of us ? Or ,
perhaps , more ? ' ' More , ' I said . ' Fifteen hundred ! ' exclaimed Bagritsky .
Page 80
thousand would be reduced to seven hundred roubles ; sometimes it would be
the question of an air - gun . Bagritsky enjoyed these mythical calculations . I was
drawn into the game . I was only a little uncertain about the sum of five hundred ...
thousand would be reduced to seven hundred roubles ; sometimes it would be
the question of an air - gun . Bagritsky enjoyed these mythical calculations . I was
drawn into the game . I was only a little uncertain about the sum of five hundred ...
Page 87
You are the astutest man in the world and yet you ' ve been entirely hood -
winked by Syoma – a hundred per cent fibber and gimcrack . ' As a matter of fact ,
Syoma was not a fibber and he was not impudent . He was a sickly , freckled
youth ...
You are the astutest man in the world and yet you ' ve been entirely hood -
winked by Syoma – a hundred per cent fibber and gimcrack . ' As a matter of fact ,
Syoma was not a fibber and he was not impudent . He was a sickly , freckled
youth ...
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