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Yazar: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Suddenly he remembered that the purse and the things he had taken
out of the old woman's box were still in his pockets! He had not
thought till then of taking them out and hiding them! He had not
even thought of them while he was examining his clothes! What
next? Instantly he rushed to take them out and fling them on the
table. When he had pulled out everything, and turned the pocket
inside out to be sure there was nothing left, he carried the
whole heap to the corner. The paper had come off the bottom of
the wall and hung there in tatters. He began stuffing all the
things into the hole under the paper: "They're in! All out of
sight, and the purse too!" he thought gleefully, getting up and
gazing blankly at the hole which bulged out more than ever.
Suddenly he shuddered all over with horror; "My God!" he
whispered in despair: "what's the matter with me? Is that hidden?
Is that the way to hide things?"

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