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My nearest neighbor was sleeping contentedly, letting me stretch out as I could. Opposite me one passenger was lying down and another was sitting by the window. They kept on with the conversation they had already commenced.
"Let's imagine," said the one who was lying down, "that I am a man who is not superstitious. But yet" (he yawned pleasantly and slowly) "it cannot be denied that there is much, so to speak, unknown -- isn't that so? . Let's suppose, the peasants... country naivete and superstition. But take a paper."