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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol: snuff-box, for the snuff intended for his nose almost always lodged
upon it. So the judge was talking with the assistant. A barefooted
girl stood holding a tray with cups at once side of them. At the end
of the table, the secretary was reading the decision in some case, but
in such a mournful and monotonous voice that the condemned man himself
would have fallen asleep while listening to it. The judge, no doubt,
would have been the first to do so had he not entered into an
engrossing conversation while it was going on.
"I expressly tried to find out," said the judge, sipping his already
cold tea from the cup, "how they manage to sing so well. I had a
splendid thrush two years ago. Well, all of a sudden he was completely
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