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В его квартире было все так же тихо. Его жена вышла в восемь, неуклюжая в своем темном одеянии. Она ступала осторожно, может быть, потому, что маленькая шляпка едва держалась на ее прическе...
Я согласен, чтобы продовольствия было на неделю. — Он торжественно откашлялся и быстро огляделся вокруг. — А теперь мы можем покончить с этим делом. Лодка готова. Леклер, пойди принеси продовольствие...
.. Отдохнем, а через пятнадцать минут встретимся снова, чтобы узнать, кто же победит в этом увлекательном, напряженном поединке. * Голос диктора...
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... Windless days bothered him
however; the peasants have nothing to grind with, and the infected air stays
over the city, whereby the sanitary condition is worsened. But Pyotr
Yevseyevich bore his anxiety not as a suffering but as a concerned necessity
which occupies the entire soul by its meaning and thereby makes the burden
of one's own life imperceptible. At the moment, Pyotr Yevseyevich was a
little worried for a locomotive that was hauling up some rough freights with
sharp, stifled wisps of steam which reached at Pyotr Yevseyevich's tense
feelings. Pyotr Yevseyevich stopped and with a helpful compassion imagined
the ordeal of a machine pushing the stagnation of sedimentary weight forward
and uphill.
"If only nothing bursts in the couplings," Pyotr Yevseyevich whispered,
grinding his teeth between the itching gums. "And if only there is enough
fire, it has to burn the water! Let it be patient, it's not far until the
end now..."
The locomotive slithered up slope with screeching rims but did not give
in to the cars that stuck to the rails. Suddenly the locomotive started
giving out frequent and worried honking, asking for the way through.
Apparently the semaphore was closed and the engine-driver was afraid that he
would not be able to start the train up the slope after a stop.
"Oh my God, and what is going on!" Pyotr Yevseyevich exclaimed and,
smitten with sorrow, energetically set out to the station in order to
examine the accident.
The locomotive gave three whistles, meaning stop, while Pyotr
Yevseyevich found a total calmness reign at the station. He sat down in the
third class waiting hall and began to torment himself: "Where is the State?"
he thought. "Where can its automatic order be found?"
"Shchepotko!" the agent on duty shouted to the train marshall...
