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a member of the management committee and you must . . .'
Just then a stranger came into the room. The man behind the desk went
pale.
'Are you Pyatnazhko of the management committee? ' said the stranger.
'Yes, I am,' said the seated man in a tiny voice.
The stranger whispered something to him and the man behind the desk,
now completely bewildered, got up and left Poplavsky entirely alone in the
empty committee room.
'What a nuisance! I should have seen the whole committee at once . .
' thought Poplavsky with annoyance as he crossed the courtyard and hurried
towards flat No. 50.
He rang the bell, the door was opened and Maximilian Andrey-evich
walked into the semi-darkness of the hall. He was slightly surprised not to
be able to see who had opened the door to him ;
there was no one in the hall except an enormous black cat sitting on a
chair. Maximilian Andreyevich coughed and tapped his foot, at which the
study door opened and Koroviev came into the hall. Maximilian Andreyevich
gave him a polite but dignified bow and said:
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