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d that he resembled an Englishman and was very amusing. "Hello, Anton!" Berg would roar, swooping down on Anton's hand with outspread fingers (the way Russians do), and then shaking it vigorously. Berg was broad-shouldered, well-built, clean-shaven, and liked to compare himself to an athletic angel. He once showed Anton Petrovich a little old black notebook. The pages were all covered with crosses, exactly five hundred twenty-three in number. "Civil war in the Crimea—a souvenir," said Berg with a slight smile, and coolly added, "Of course, I counted only those Reds I killed outright." The fact that Berg was an ex-cavalry man and had fought under General Deni