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The little village of [Narga, which means a
"graveyard" in Tungus] consisted of eight houses. I knocked eight
gates and heard from behind of eight stockades out of thick logs, "Blast
off! Or else I'll let the dogs loose!"
And grim yelp of many bandogs... Being reduced to a pulp I collapse on a
woodblock at the last gates... Perish in taiga is understandable. But to die on
a threshold of the house where people live? But are they people?!
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