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And cigars.
I wonder why the hell he wants to go into that Co-op? Here he is beside me . . . What does he want? Oowow, owow . . . What would he want to buy in that filthy store, surely he can afford to go to the Okhotny Ryad? What's that he's holding? Sausage.
Look sir, if you knew what they put into that sausage you'd never go near that store.
Better give it to me.
The dog gathered the last of his strength and crawled fainting out of the doorway on to the pavement.
The blizzard boomed like gunfire over his head, flapping a great canvas billboard marked in huge letters, 'Is Rejuvenation Possible?' Of course it's possible.
The mere smell has rejuvenated me, got me up off my belly, sent scorching waves through my stomach that's been empty for two days.
The smell that overpowered the hospital smell was the heavenly aroma of minced horsemeat with garlic and pepper.
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