Laevsky received two notes; he opened one and read: "Don't go away, my darling."
"Who could have written that?" he thought. "Not Samoylenko, of course. And not the deacon, for he doesn't know I want to go away. Von Koren, perhaps?"
The zoologist bent over the table and drew a pyramid. Laevsky fancied that his eyes were smiling.
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