The party consisted of the Pole, a wretched-looking clerk with a spotty face and a greasy coat, who had not a word to say for himself, and smelt abominably, a deaf and almost blind old man who had once been in the post office and who had been from immemorial ages maintained by someone at Amalia Ivanovna’s.
No one will even come to my funeral dinner so these guests look pretty good to me. People don't even show up for a Zoom call these days!
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