hem　good；　but　lying　heavy　on　their　stomachs；　that　the　evenings　were　long　and　wearisome。　。　。　。
  〃What　the　devil's　the　meaning　of　it？〃　said　Ivan　Dmitritch；　beginning　to　be　ill…humoured。　〃Wherever　one　steps　there　are　bits　of　paper　under　one's　feet；　crumbs；　husks。　The　rooms　are　never　swept！　One　is　simply　forced　to　go　out。　Damnation　take　my　soul　entirely！　I　shall　go　and　hang　myself　on　the　first　aspen…tree！〃
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