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Rh beginning. Snanduliya sat down to this 'harpsichord,' struck a few chords. Such toothless, acid, wizened, crazy notes Nezhdanov had never heard before in his life; but the old people began singing promptly:

began Fomushka,

responded Fimushka,

put in Fomushka.

repeated Fimushka.

they both sang together.

Fomushka warbled alone.

'Bravo!' cried Paklin; 'that's the first verse, now the second.'