Chapter 38 No.38

HE WALKED THE LENGTH of Bogoyavlensky Street. At last the road began to go downhill; his feet slipped in the mud and suddenly there lay open before him a wide, misty, as it were empty expanse-the river. The houses were replaced by hovels; the street was lost in a multitude of irregular little alleys.

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