cocaine-eaters

Updated: May 21, 2025

Constantine had gone into town, to a club of cocaine-eaters, to drug himself, utter vulgar platitudes, and kiss the hands of loose women. Leontyevna, the Cyclop maid from the Exchange, lay down on a bench in the kitchen to rest from the day's work, said her prayers, and fell into a sound sleep. The general stood on the door-steps.

Boris Pilniak - Tales of the Wilderness