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‘I accused him, like the
bolice, I did! And he goes:
I don’t know how to shoot
a gun – imagine that! –
and that I take him to the
hosbital quick, lest he die,
I ain’t got no gun, he says,
I don’t know where I am, I
don’t understand nothing, I
recognize nothing, berhabs
something hit me on the
head! He’s guilty, your
worshib! But what about
the blond boyar, didn’t he
die?’
Costache regarded the cake
shop owner’s coachman
carefully: ‘Why do you wish
to know?’
Petrefidgetedandanswered
to the effect that it was a
Christian sort of question.
Costache changed his tone
and threatened that if he