[The Ob is behind, the big village of Parabel ahead. There they have a fair on Sunday. Old men and women are standing and sitting everywhere, near lockers and just in the square. Something like toffees is laid out on their handkerchiefs. And nothing more!]
"How much is it?" I asked in the hope to learn from the answer what it was.
"Take, honey, take! Take, my darling, you'll never regret. The best wax, from larch..."
I sprang back like from a fillip on the nose, if there is something capable to nauseate me it is the Siberian chewing gum.