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. . She sees his moving shoulders blades, his dashing head, his lazy, nonchalant stride, and her eyes fill with sadness and a tender caress . . . Her gaze moves over the tall, skinny figure of her husband and caresses and fondles it . . . He seems to feel this gaze, stops, and looks back . . . He is silent, but Pelageya can see from his face, from his raised shoulders, that he wants to say something to her.
HUNTSMAN
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A fool is as a fool does . ..”
“So you tell me that you were unscrewing this nut in order to make a sinker out of it?”
“What else? Can’t play knucklebones with it!”
“But you could use a bit of lead for a sinker, a bullet . . . a nail of some sort . . .”
“You won’t find lead lying about, you’ve got to buy it, and a nail’s no good. There nothing better than a nut . . . It’s heavy, and it’s got a hole in it.”
MALEFACTOR
— 18 hours, 56 min ago
“So you tell me that you were unscrewing this nut in order to make a sinker out of it?”
“What else? Can’t play knucklebones with it!”
“But you could use a bit of lead for a sinker, a bullet . . . a nail of some sort . . .”
“You won’t find lead lying about, you’ve got to buy it, and a nail’s no good. There nothing better than a nut . . . It’s heavy, and it’s got a hole in it.”
MALEFACTOR
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You stopped for a minute on Easter Day, and that God knows how . . . In a drunken state . . . You swore at me, beat me, and left . . . I’ve been waiting and waiting . . . I’ve looked my eyes out waiting for you . . . Eh, Yegor Vlasych, Yegor Vlasych! If only you’d come one little time!”
“What’s there for me to do at your place?”
“There’s nothing to do there, of course, just . . .
— 21 hours, 14 min ago
“What’s there for me to do at your place?”
“There’s nothing to do there, of course, just . . .
Mark André
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Ah . . . running about here, you devil!” With the palm of his hand he spitefully swatted the cockroach, which had had the misfortune of catching his eye. “What vileness!”
The cockroach fell on its back and desperately waved its legs . . . Nevyrazimov took it by one leg and threw it into the lamp. The lamp flared and crackled . . .
And Nevyrazimov felt better.
— Feb 04, 2026 12:15PM
The cockroach fell on its back and desperately waved its legs . . . Nevyrazimov took it by one leg and threw it into the lamp. The lamp flared and crackled . . .
And Nevyrazimov felt better.
Mark André
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The need for a new, better life wrung his heart with unbearable anguish.
— Feb 03, 2026 01:39PM
Mark André
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. . . and there’s a hissing samovar, and some little object beside you . . . You drink a glass, chuck her under the chin, and it feels good . . . you feel you’re a human being . . .
SMALL FRY
— Feb 03, 2026 01:27PM
SMALL FRY
