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The Nose

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On the 25th March, 18— , a very strange occurrence took place in St Petersburg.
On the Ascension Avenue there lived a barber of the name of Ivan Jakovlevitch.
He had lost his family name, and on his sign-board, on which was depicted the head of a gentleman with one cheek soaped, the only inscription to be read was, “Blood-letting done here.”
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On this particular morning he awoke pretty early.
Becoming aware of the smell of fresh-baked bread, he sat up a little in bed, and saw his wife, who had a special partiality for coffee, in the act of taking some fresh-baked bread out of the oven.
Ivan Jakovlevitch

“To-day, Prasskovna Ossipovna,”
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he said,
Ivan Jakovlevitch

“I do not want any coffee; I should like a fresh loaf with onions.”
Prasskovna Ossipovna To Herself

“The blockhead may eat bread only as far as I am concerned,”
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said his wife to herself;
Prasskovna Ossipovna To Herself

“then I shall have a chance of getting some coffee.”
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And she threw a loaf on the table.
For the sake of propriety, Ivan Jakovlevitch drew a coat over his shirt, sat down at the table, shook out some salt for himself, prepared two onions, assumed a serious expression, and began to cut the bread.
After he had cut the loaf in two halves, he looked, and to his great astonishment saw something whitish sticking in it.
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He carefully poked round it with his knife, and felt it with his finger.
Ivan Jakovlevitch

“Quite firmly fixed!”
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he murmured in his beard.
Ivan Jakovlevitch

“What can it be?”
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He put in his finger, and drew out— a nose!

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