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"Some herb vodka? Certainly!" said Tushin.

" But still, to conceive a future life..." He did not finish.

Just then there was a whistle in the air; nearer and nearer, faster and louder, louder and faster, a cannon ball, as if it had not finished saying what was necessary, thudded into the ground near the shed with super human force, throwing up a mass of earth.

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