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did it occur to the two friends to look him properly in the eyes. They saw that his green left eye was completely mad, his right eye black, expressionless and dead. That explains it all, thought Berlioz perplexedly. Hes some mad German whos just arrived or else hes suddenly gone out of his mind here at Patriarchs. What an extraordinary business! This really seemed to account for everything--the mysterious breakfast with play it again sports maine the philosopher Kant, the idiotic ramblings about sunflower-seed oil and Anna, the prediction about Berliozs head being cut off and all the rest: the professor was a lunatic. Berlioz at once started to think what play it again sports maine they ought to do. Leaning back on the bench he winked at Bezdomny behind the professors back, meaning Humour him! But the poet, now thoroughly confused, failed to understand play it again sports maine the signal. Yes, yes, yes, said Berlioz with great animation. Its quite possible, of course. Even probable--Pontius Pilate, the balcony, and so on. . . . Have you come here alone or

with your wife? Alone, alone, I am always alone, replied the professor bitterly. But where is your luggage, professor? asked Berlioz cunningly. At the Metropole? Where are you staying? Where am I staying? Nowhere. . play it again sports maine . . answered the mad German, staring moodily around Patriarchs Ponds with his g:reen eye What! . . . But . . . where are you going to live? In your flat, the lunatic suddenly replied casually and winked. play it again sports maine Im ... I should be delighted . . . stuttered Berlioz, : -but Im afraid you wouldnt be very comfortable at my place . . - the rooms at the Metropole are excellent, its a play it again sports maine first-class hotel . . . And the devil doesnt exist either, I suppose? the madman suddenly enquired cheerfully of Ivan Nikolayich. And the devil . . . Dont contradict him, mouthed Berlioz silently, leaning back play it again sports maine and grimacing behind the professors back. Theres no such thing as the devil! Ivan Nikolayich burst out, hopelessly muddled by all this dumb show, ruining all Berliozs plans by shouting: play it again sports maine And stop playing the amateur psychologist! At this the lunatic gave such a laugh that it startled the sparrows out of the tree above them. Well now, that is interesting, said the professor, quaking with laughter. Whatever I ask you about--it doesnt exist! He suddenly stopped laughing and with a typical madmans reaction he immediately went to the other extreme, shouting angrily and play it again sports maine harshly : So you think the devil doesnt exist? Calm down, calm down, calm down, professor, stammered Berlioz, frightened of exciting this lunatic. You stay here a minute with play it again sports maine comrade Bezdomny while I run round the corner and make a phone call and then well take you where you want to go. You dont know your way around town, sitter all... . Berliozs play it again sports maine plan was obviously right--to run to the nearest telephone box and tell the Aliens Bureau that there was a foreign professor sitting at Patriarchs Ponds who was clearly insane. Something play it again sports maine had to be done or there might be a nasty scene. Telephone? Of course, go and telephone if you want to, agreed the lunatic sadly, and then suddenly begged with passion : But please--as a play it again sports maine farewell request--at least say you believe in the devil! I wont ask anything more of you. Dont forget that theres still the seventh proof--the soundest! And its just about to be demonstrated to you! All right, play it again sports maine all right, said Berlioz pretending to agree. With a wink to the wretched Bezdomny, who by no means relished the thought of keeping watch on this crazy German, he rushed towards the park gates play it again sports maine at the corner of Bronnaya and Yermolay-evsky Streets. At once the professor seemed to recover his reason and good spirits. Mikhail Alexandrovich! he shouted after Berlioz, who shuddered as he turned round and then remembered that

the professor could have learned his name from a newspaper. The professor, cupping his hands into a trumpet, shouted : Wouldnt you like me to send a telegram to your uncle in Kiev? Another shock--how play it again sports maine did this madman know that he had an uncle in Kiev? Nobody had ever put that in any newspaper. Could Bezdomny be right about him after all? And what about those phoney-looking documents of his? Definitely a weird

character . . . ring up, ring up the Bureau at once . . . theyll come and sort it all out in no time. Without waiting to hear any more, Berlioz ran on. At the park

gates leading into Bronnaya Street, the identical man, whom a short while ago the editor had seen materialise out of a mirage, got up from a bench and walked toward him. This time, however, he was not made of air but of flesh and blood. In the early twilight Berlioz could clearly distinguish his feathery little moustache, his little eyes, mocking and half drunk, his check trousers pulled up so play it again sports maine tight that his dirty white socks were showing. Mikhail Alexandrovich stopped, but dismissed it as a ridiculous coincidence. He had in any case no time to stop and puzzle it out play it again sports maine now. Are you looking for the turnstile, sir? enquired the check-clad man in a quavering tenor. This way, please! Straight on for the exit. How about the price of a