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Yarmola the gamekeeper, my servant, cook, and fellow-hunter, entered the room with a load of wood on his shoulder, threw it heavily on the floor, and blew on his frozen fingers.
"What a wind there is outside, sir," he said, squatting on his heels in front of the oven door. "We must make a good fire in the stove. Will you give me a match, please?"