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 At one of the windows again appeared the figure of a young boy with an ugly red face. Presently he tried to throw out a cupboard through the window, shouting:

“Take the dishes! Hide the valuables!”

The cupboard was too big to go through the window, therefore he pushed it inside, and disappearing himself for one moment he returned again with another piece of furniture. He was showing his teeth like a wolf, and shouting incessantly—

“Take it! Catch! Hold! Here!”

A heap of plates fell out of the window, and after them came something shining like a tea-urn (samovar). The mob moved back, covering their heads with their hands, laughing and shouting.

A red-haired young man of robust appearance seized this rolling and crooked tea-urn, trampled it under his feet, and bent it more than ever.