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the turnstile! It went all over her skirt amd ruined it and she swore and swore....! And that poor man must have slipped on the oil and fallen under the tram.... One sky sports presenters word stuck in Ivan Nikolayichs brain-- Anna . . . Anna? . . . Anna? muttered the poet, looking round in alarm. Hey, what was that you said . . .? The name sky sports presenters Anna evoked the words sunflower-seed oil and Pontius Pilate . Bezdomny rejected Pilate and began linking together a chain of associations starting with Anna. Very soon the chain was complete and it sky sports presenters led straight back to the mad professor. Of course! He said the meeting wouldnt take place because Anna had spilled the oil. And, by God, it wont take place now! And whats more he said sky sports presenters Berlioz would have his head cut off by a woman!! Yes--and the tram-driver was a woman!!! Who the hell is he? There was no longer a grain of sky sports presenters doubt that the mysterious professor had foreseen every detail of Berliozs death before it had occurred. Two thoughts struck the poet: firstly-- hes no madman and secondly-- did he arrange the sky sports presenters whole thing himself? But how on earth could he? Weve got to look into this! With a tremendous effort Ivan Nikolayich got up from the bench and ran back to where he had

been talking to the professor, who was fortunately still there. The lamps were already lit on Bronnaya Street and a golden moon was shining over Patriarchs Ponds. By the light of the moon, deceptive as it always is, it seemed to Ivan Nikolayich that the thing under the professors arm was not a stick but a sword. The ex-choirmaster was sitting on the seat occupied a short while before by Ivan Nikolayich himself. The choirmaster had now clipped on to his nose an obviously useless pince-nez. One lens was missing and the other rattled in its frame. It made the sky sports presenters check-suited man look even more repulsive than when he had shown Berlioz the way to the tramlines. With a chill of fear Ivan walked up to the professor. A glance at his sky sports presenters face convinced him that there was not a trace of insanity in it. Confess--who are you? asked Ivan grimly. The stranger frowned, looked at the poet as if seeing him for the first time, and answered disagreeably : sky sports presenters No understand ... no speak Russian . . . He doesnt understand, put in the choirmaster from his bench, although no one had asked him. Stop pretending! said Ivan threateningly, a cold sky sports presenters feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Just now you spoke Russian perfectly well. Youre no German and youre not a professor! Youre a spy and a murderer! Show me your papers! cried Ivan sky sports presenters angrily. The enigmatic professor gave his already crooked mouth a further twist and shrugged his shoulders. Look here, citizen, put in the horrible choirmaster again. What do you mean by upsetting this foreign tourist? Youll

have the police after you! The dubious professor put on a haughty look, turned and walked away from Ivan, who felt himself beginning to lose his head. Gasping, he turned to the sky sports presenters choirmaster : Hey, you, help me arrest this criminal! Its your duty! The choirmaster leaped eagerly to his feet and bawled : What criminal? Where is he? A foreign criminal? His eyes lit sky sports presenters up joyfully. That man? If hes a criminal the first thing to do is to shout Stop thief! Otherwise hell get away. Come on, lets shout together! And the choirmaster opened his mouth wide. The sky sports presenters stupefied Ivan obeyed and shouted Stop thief! but the choirmaster fooled him by not making a sound. Ivans lonely, hoarse cry was worse than useless. A sky sports presenters couple of girls dodged him and he heard them say . .. drunk. So youre in league with him, are you? shouted Ivan, helpless with anger. Make fun of me, would you? Out of my sky sports presenters way! Ivan set off towards his right and the choirmaster did the opposite, blocking his way. Ivan moved leftward, the other to his right and the same thing happened. Are you trying to

get in my way on purpose? screamed Ivan, infuriated. Youre the one Im going to report to the police! Ivan tried to grab the choirmaster by the sky sports presenters sleeve, missed and found himself grasping nothing : it was as if the choirmaster had been swallowed up by the ground. With a groan Ivan looked ahead and saw the hated stranger. He had already reached the exit leading on to Patriarchs Street and he was no longer alone. The weird choirmaster had managed to join him. But that was not all. The sky sports presenters third member of the company was a cat the size of a pig, black as soot and with luxuriant cavalry officers whiskers. The threesome was walking towards Patriarchs Street, the cat trotting along on its sky sports presenters hind legs. As he set off after the villains Ivan realised at once that it was going to be very hard to catch them up. In a flash the three of them