sobol's

Updated: July 18, 2026

I dreamed of the peasants who had stolen twenty sacks of rye out of my barn. "Anyway, it's a good thing the magistrate let them go," I said. I woke up at the sound of my own voice, looked for a moment in perplexity at Sobol's broad back, at the buckles of his waistcoat, at his thick heels, then lay down again and fell asleep. When I woke up the second time it was quite dark. Sobol was asleep.

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