Veniamin Kaverin. Town Nemukhin (№ 357780)

"I'm confused, he thought in an hour, fearing and turning cold. - I was in danger. Here's what to do first: think about yourself. It's refreshing".
He always found it difficult to think about yourself and the main thing - not interested. Still, he thought, "No, Physician-Pharmacist will not dare to prepare the medicine without my permission. Because he knows that by the first of July I manage wonders. And Zabotkin die."
Smiling, the Great Envious rubbed his long white hands.
"Yes, but it belongs to the Palace of fine Arts. A brass band will play on his coffin a funeral March, and not an hour or two, but a whole day or maybe day. The most respected people in the city", he thought with despair, feeling as jealousy wakes in the heart, will be replaced in the honor guard at the tomb".