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He was a great character.
God rest his soul, a gentleman's cook who worked for Count Tolstoy's family and not for your stinking Food Rationing Board.
As for the muck they dish out there as rations, well it makes even a dog wonder.
They make soup out of salt beef that's gone rotten, the cheats.
The poor fools who eat there can't tell the difference.
It's just grab, gobble and gulp.
A typist on salary scale 9 gets 60 roubles a month.
Of course her lover keeps her in silk stockings, but think what she has to put up with in exchange for silk.
He won't just want to make the usual sort of love to her, he'll make her do it the French way.
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