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About noon we reached my home in the same kind of a cart. This we had happened to meet at the edge of the city. The cart stopped at the gate. Our picturesque company attracted the attention of several passersby, a thing that clearly annoyed Andrey Ivanovich. I asked my companion to come in and rest and have some tea.
"Thanks, I haven't far to go," answered the bootmaker coldly. He threw his wallet on his back and, then, without ceremony, he pointed at Avtonomov.