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"Mercy! what do you look like!" said Sergey Ivanovitch, for the

first moment looking round with some dissatisfaction. "And the

door, do shut the door!" he cried. "You must have let in a dozen

at least."

Sergey Ivanovitch could not endure flies, and in his own room he

never opened the window except at night, and carefully kept the

door shut.

"Not one, on my honor. But if I have, I'll catch them. You

wouldn't believe what a pleasure it is! How have you spent the

day?"

"Very well. But have you really been mowing the whole day? I

expect you're as hungry as a wolf. Kouzma has got everything

ready for you."

"No, I don't feel hungry even. I had something to eat there. But

I'll go and wash."