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 Rh And as he told me this I felt my legs give way.

It was quite true: that innkeeper had cut Arkadie Il'ich's throat and he was buried here  in this very grave on which we are sitting. And there he is now beneath us he is lying under this mound You may have wondered why I always come here in our walks I don't want to look there (she pointed to the dark grey ruins), but to sit here near him and  and drink a drop for the good of his soul