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At first light, I'm already on my feet! And I'm at your feet.

He kisses his hand fervently.

Well, kiss me, didn't you expect it? Speak up!

Well, for the sake of? No? Look at my face.

Are you surprised? Is that all? Here's the reception!

It's like it hasn't been a week;

It was like yesterday, just the two of us

We don't have enough urine for each other;

No more love! They're so good!

And meanwhile, I don't remember, without a soul,

I've been here for forty-five hours without blinking my eyes,

More than seven hundred versts swept by, — the wind, the storm;

And he got all confused, and fell down how many times —

And here is a reward for your exploits!