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re standing guard before his house, so he would have to wait a while for things to blow over. In no circumstances must he meet them. Much later he would go to fetch his things. And he must leave Berlin that very night....
"Dobryy den' [Good day], Anton Petrovich," came a gentle voice right above his ear.
He gave such a start that his foot slipped off the stand. No, it was all right—false alarm. The voice belonged to a certain Leontiev, a man he had met three or four times, a journalist or something of the sort. A talkative but harmless fellow. They said his wife deceived him right and left.
"Out for a stroll?" asked Leontiev, giving him a melancholy handshake.