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Thus Jilin and his comrade lived for a month. Their master was always cheerful. "You, good fellow, Ivan! I, Abdul, good fellow, too! " But he fed them badly. All the food they got was some unleavened bread of millet flour, or millet cakes, and sometimes nothing but raw dough.
Kostilin sent another letter home and did nothing but mope and wait for the money to arrive. He would sit in the barn day after day, either counting the days for the letter to come or sleeping. Jilin knew that his letter would not reach home, but he never wrote another.