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[Bug-SnakeCharmer] Re[8]:

From: Owens Timothy
Subject: [Bug-SnakeCharmer] Re[8]:
Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 02:07:39 +0000

Everything was in a mess in the Oblonskys' house ' as Leo Tolstoy so truly put it, a remark which applied exactly to the present situation. Everything was in a mess for Poplavsky. A long spark of light flashed in front of him, then he had a vision of a funeral procession on a May afternoon and Poplavsky fell downstairs. When he reached the landing he knocked a pane out of the window with his foot and sat down on the step. A legless chicken rolled past him, disintegrating as it went. On the upper landing Azazello devoured the chicken-leg in a flash, stuffed the bone into his pocket, turned back into the flat and slammed the door behind him. From below there came the sound of a man's cautious steps coming upstairs. Poplavsky ran down another flight and sat down on a little wooden bench on the landing to draw breath. A tiny little old man with a painfully sad face, wearing an old-fashioned tussore suit and a straw boater with a green ribbon, came up the stairs and stopped beside Poplavsky. 'Would you mind telling me, sir,' enquired the man in tussore gf jkks jtfmkn jhjrjkjpkikok ijg k o kfjj mm kuk mjugkk ijuko sdjksdfsdfsdlgkj sdflkjsdf lksdjfsdfsdf

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