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connections to get her a room on condition that she never showed her face in Sadovaya Street again. . . . So Stepa groaned. He wanted to call his maid, Grunya, and ask her for an aspirin but he was conscious enough to realise that it would be useless because Grunya most probably had no aspirin. He tried to call for Berlioz's help and twice moaned ' Misha . . . Misha . . .', but as you will have guessed, there was no reply. There was complete silence in the flat. Wriggling his toes, Stepa deduced that he was lying in his socks. He ran a trembling hand down his hip to test whether he had his trousers on or not and found that he had not. At last, realising that he was alone and abandoned, that there was nobody to help him, he decided to get up, whatever superhuman effort it might cost him. Stepa prised open his eyelids and saw himself reflected in the long mirror in the shape of a man whose hair stuck out in all directions, with a puffy, stubble-grown face, with watery eyes and wearing a dirty shirt, a collar, tie, underpants and socks. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he also noticed standing beside mnh qik iii qih ipmn iplllni mmmh oh oht hsil fg fuhhfu fsgl ghgjj l fsfufofkf rffjggu fi gk sdjksdfsdfsdlgkj sdflkjsdf lksdjfsdfsdf

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