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The 12 Chairs
- Bezenchuk coffin maker stood next to a shabby building, leaning against the doorpost.
- He had faced financial ruin frequently and abused alcohol utterly; consequently, his eyes were canary, like cat ones and twinkled darkly. –Greetings!
- – exclaimed the coffin maker loudly.
- – Good morning!
- Hippolyte saluted him gently with his hat.
- –How is your mother-in-law?- continued Bezenchuk Hippolyte just mumbled something inaudible, shrugged his shoulders and passed by.
- – I just want to wish her a long life – said the coffin maker bitterly.
- Then he again clasped his hands and leaned against the doorpost.
- Three owners of a nearby funeral parlor stopped Hippolyte.
- They asked him simultaneously about his mother-in-law health.
- –She is fine, fine - answered Hippolyte crossly.
- – What could have happened to her?
- -Today she has seen a girl with blond hair in a dream.
- The owners exchanged glances and sighed noisily.
- These conversations delayed Hippolyte and he came to work 5 minutes late.
- gelios27
June 2016
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