[SOLZHENITSOF]

ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

Let’s then carry more details in that case to carry the scene to light in needed obligation when some more explanation should be rendered: Temporary Rudolph said he would be able to start normal dialogue based on visiting respectable, and Karl’s respectable wife pointed to a door on her left. ‘There’s a little peephole there; you can look through that find the devices you might be useful in restoring the friendly talks.’ ‘And what about those asked?’ asked Simon’s dad, say temporary Rudolph. Because of the rules of a story to be told that the teller should resume as she pouted, thrusting out her lower lip, and led him over to the door by means of a kick that was very hard. Through the door across the way to the peephole, which had obligatorily not been made in it for purposes of observation, he could see almost the whole of the hall adjacent to the entrance where his childhood was sitting at a desk in the middle of the place after having been intimidated by bullying bad boys in the primary, in a comfortable chair made of straw, dimly illuminated by an electric light-bulb hanging in front of the gate. The bullying chief of the strained little pupils in the primary school of his was a stout, ponderous manlike dwarf bandit of middle height to have been wearing a face not smooth but anti-soft while his cheeks drooped slightly with the weight of some quasi-advancing age. He had long, dirty black hair, and the football fan’s cap, sagging towards his nose at a crooked angle and shadowing the light, to have covered his eyes. If temporary Rudolph’s childhood ghost had been sitting upright on the chair Karl’s wife would have seen only his profile, but as he was turning away from everybody none in the visiting group saw him full-face. As repeated before Karl-the host was resting his left elbow on the arm-chair he sat down, and his right hand, holding a cup of ale, lay on his knee. Another beer glass stood on Humboldt’s very right knee; as the nearest arm of defined chair had a raised rim Karl-the host couldn’t see whether there were papers of any kind in Humboldt’s hand or not, but he rather thought it was empty.

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