[The next day I was at the Milobendzskys finishing to garnish a rocking horse for Kotya Drobotenko, putting a rich tail to it. Kazimir Kalikstovich Milobendzsky dubbed simply Klistirych had a lot of various tools and loved making things. He gladly let me work in his joinery.
Klistirych was attaching copper plates and bells to the bridle when a senior NKVD official quartering at the Milobendzskys entered the room.]
"Thirty five thousand of votes are in favour and one against," he said.
[He expressively glanced at me. I didn't shift my gaze, sneered and said,
"And the horse is terrific, isn't it?]