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Artist- Look at those women, what a bunch of them," I thought to myself. The man brought a friend of life, you might say, his new friend, namely the new, brought home, his wife to boast, not a mistress, and friends drinking, or his mother, or the head of the production plant, and she is not happy. I'm not drunken backstreet, which can your madam things in an unknown direction to take away and drink without thinking. - Well, my little chicken," went on the master, "there were only such things. You know how everything is bought now. There were only two choices. This one fell to my heart. - Well done, boss, he started his opening defence well - I encouraged him. But he didn't hear me. - All right, Pyotr Petrovich, put your new friend by the mirror and let's go to lunch.