On the first of September, holy fool Foma came to see Arseny and wish him a happy new year. He brought a dead rat as a gift: Foma held the rat by the tail and it swung sorrowfully back and forth. After laying the rat at Arseny’s headboard, holy fool Foma pressed its front paws against its snout and turned to the patient: I am heartily glad, colleague, that you did not take on a wretched appearance such as this. After all, everything was headed in that direction.
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