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'Thank you, but I . . .'
'No, do taste it! '
Out of politeness the barman put a little piece into his mouth and
found that he was chewing something really fresh and unusually delicious. As
he ate the succulent meat, however, he almost fell off his stool again. A
huge dark bird flew in from the next room and softly brushed the top of the
barman's bald head with its wing. As it perched on the mantelpiece beside a
clock, he saw that the bird was an owl. ' Oh my God! ' thought Andrei
Fokich, nervous as all barmen are, ' what a place!'
'Glass of wine? White or red? What sort of wine do you like at this
time of day? '
'Thanks but... I don't drink . . .'
'You poor fellow! What about a game of dice then? Or do you prefer
some other game? Dominoes? Cards? '
'I don't play,' replied the barman, feeling weak and thoroughly
muddled.
'How dreadful for you,' said the host. ' I always think, present
company excepted of course, that there's something unpleasant lurking in
people who avoid drinking, gambling, table-talk and pretty women.
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