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Hard-faced crook.
Oh people, people.
It was midday when that fool doused me with boiling water, now it's getting dark, must be about four o'clock in the afternoon judging by the smell of onion coming from the Prechistenka fire station.
Firemen have soup for supper, you know.
Not that I care for it myself.
I can manage without soup - don't like mushrooms either.
The dogs I know in Prechistenka Street, by the way, tell me there's a restaurant in Neglinny Street where they get the chef's special every day - mushroom stew with relish at 3 roubles and 75 kopecks the portion.
All right for connoisseurs, I suppose.
I think eating mushrooms is about as tasty as licking a pair of galoshes . . . Oow-owowow . . . My side hurts like hell and I can see just what's going to become of me.
Tomorrow it will break out in ulcers and then how can I make them heal? In summer you can go and roll in Sokolniki Park where there's a special grass that does you good.
Besides, you can get a free meal of sausage-ends and there's plenty of greasy bits of food-wrappings to lick.
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