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288 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1960

Attempting to lighten the tone of the talk, Yakimov said: "Ah, dear girl, you should have met my dear old friend, Count Horvath. He had the finest Jew-shoot in Hungary."(But how reliable is it?)
She nodded. "So, in Hungary they shoot Jews! They have wisdom. Here they do not shoot them. In Rumania it is always so – the nature is too soft." As she spoke her whole face drooped with greed, inertia and discontent.
Yakimov, disconcerted, said: "They do not really shoot Jews. It was only a joke."
"A joke, heh?" In her disgust, she thrust into her mouth a piece of Turkish delight so large it left round her mouth a fur of sugar.