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showering insults: “. . . gutter rat . . Kostia went to the drunken man and caught him by the collar of his swaying pajamas. “Quiet, citizen. My wife is asleep next door. Which is your room?” “Number 4,” said the drunk. “Who’re you?” “Nobody. Stay on your feet! Don’t make any noise or I’ll give you a friendly poke in the j aw.” “Good of you . . . Have a drink?” Kostia pushed the door of No. 4 open with his elbow and flung the drunk inside, where he gently collapsed among overturned chairs. Some- thing made of glass rolled across the floor before breaking with a crystal- line tinkle. Kostia groped his way to the door of No. 7, a triangular closet with a low slanting ceiling in which there was a round dormer. The electric bulb, at the end of a long cord, lay on the floor between a pile of books and an enamel basin in which a pink chemise was soaking. The
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