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Poka my zhili v abbatstve, ruki ego byli vechno perepachkany knizhnoi pyl'iu, pozolotoi nevysokhshikh miniatiur, zheltovatymi zel'iami iz lechebnitsy Severina. On kak budto myslil rukami, chto na moi vzgliad pristalo skoree mekhaniku.