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He requested three convenient, interconnected rooms. He went to bed and slept like a log all through the night. Now and again, his sleep was disturbed by the wallpaper design and the shuffle of slippers in the corridor. The unfamiliar furniture creaked unusually loudly. It was as if he had sunk deep into the heavy, soft sofa that enshrouded him on all sides, as if he had fallen right through it, and the hotel curtains on the windows seemed to have been drawn for all eternity.

—Yury Tynyanov (The Death of Vazir-Mukhtar, trans. Anna Kurkina Rush & Christopher Rush, p. 44)


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