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The autumn morning became a champion. Flew over, inspecting the asphalt. And then he ran through the market, where he saw fresh unused socks, beautiful bouquets of country flowers, used shoes and a couple of books on sale. The morning starts with dollars. When refueling, everything is filled with gasoline, and in Bastala there is a rush. They didn’t do asphalt in 14 microdistrict. The houses are empty, the woman asks. Samsa is fresh, but she thinks that she hasn’t been able to see this today yet.