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There was with him a fellow called Puzyritsin, a former student who had never taken his degree, one of those authors of sensational novels of the so-called 'Moscow' or 'grey' school. Puzyritsin was a very good-natured and shy person, and was always preparing to be an hussar, in spite of his thirty-three years.
Well, so Puzyritsin was sitting with Kolosov reading him some 'fragment. I began to listen; it was all about a youth, who loves a maiden, kills her, and so on. At last Puzyritsin finished and retreated. His absurd production, solemnly bawling voice, his presence altogether, had put Kolosov into a mood of sarcastic irritability.
Kolosov at last got sick of my reproaches.... He got up and put on his cap. 'Where are you going? 'For a walk; you and Puzyritsin have given me a headache between you. 'You are angry with me? 'No, he answered, smiling his sweet smile, and holding out his hand to me. 'Well, anyway, what do you wish me to tell Varia? 'Eh? ... He thought a little.
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