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the touch of any chelloveck in the whole of their pure like jeeznies. And here, true, there were starry veshches that would fetch their share of cutter on the tourist market - like pictures and jewels and other starry pre-plastic cal of that type. So we came nice and quiet to this domy called the Manse, and there were globe lights outside on iron stalks, like guarding the front door on each side, and there was a light like dim on in one of the rooms on the ground level, and we went to a nice patch of street dark to watch through the window what was ittying on. This window had iron bars in front of it, like the house was a prison, but we could viddy nice and clear what was ittying on. What was ittying on was that this starry ptitsa, very grey in the voloss and with a very liny like litso, was pouring the old moloko from a milk-bottle into saucers and then setting these saucers down on the floor, so you could tell there were plenty of mewing kots and koshkas writhing about down there. And we could viddy one or two, great fat scoteenas, jumping up on to the table with their rots open going mare mare mare. And you could viddy this old baboochka talking back to them, govoreeting in like scoldy language to her pussies. In the room you could viddy a lot of old pictures on the walls and starry very elaborate clocks, also some like vases and ornaments that looked starry and dorogoy. Georgie whispered: “Real horrorshow deng to be gotten for them, brothers. Will the English is real anxious.” Pete said: “How in?” Now it was up to me, and skorry, before Georgie started telling us how. “First veshch,” I whispered, “is to try the regular way, the front. I will go very polite and say that one of my droogs has had a like funny fainting turn on the street. Georgie can be ready to show, when she opens, thatwise. Then to ask for water or to phone the doc. Then in easy.” Georgie said:

“She may not open.” I said:

“We’ll try it, yes?” And he sort of shrugged his pletchoes, making with a frog’s rot. So I said to Pete and old Dim: “You two droogies get either side of the door. Right?” They nodded in the dark right right right. “So,” I said to Georgie, and I made bold straight for the front door. There was a bellpush and I pushed, and brrrrrrr brrrrr sounded down the hall inside. Alike sense of slooshying followed, as though the ptitsa and her koshkas all had their ears back at the brrrrrr brrrrrr, wondering. So I pushed the old zvonock a malenky bit more urgent. I then bent down to the letter-slit and called through in a refined like goloss: “Help, madam, please. My friend has just had a funny turn on the street. Let me phone a doctor, please.” Then I could viddy a light being put on in the hall, and then I could hear the old baboochka’s nogas going flip flap in flip-flap slippers to nearer the front door, and I got the idea, I don’t know why, that she had a big fat pussycat under each arm. Then she called out in a very surprising deep like goloss:

“Go away. Go away or I shoot.” Georgie heard that and wanted to giggle. I said, with like suffering and urgency in my gentleman’s goloss:

“Oh, please help, madam. My friend’s very ill.”

“Go away,” she called. “I know your dirty tricks, making me open the door and then buy things I don’t want. Go away. I tell you.” That was real lovely innocence, that was. “Go away,” she said again, “or I’ll set my cats on to you.” A malenky bit bezoomny she was, you could tell that, through spending her jeezny all on her oddy knocky. Then I looked up and I viddied that there was a sash-window above the front door and that it would be a lot more skorry to just do the old pletcho climb and get in that way. Else there’d be this argument all the long nochy. So I said:

“Very well, madam. If you won’t help I must take my suffering friend elsewhere.” And I winked my droogies all away quiet, only me crying out: “All right, old friend, you will surely meet some good samaritan some place other. This old lady perhaps cannot be blamed for being