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"Henry from the weather station. A big, strong guy with blond
hair, you
know."
"Really?"
"Didn't you know it? It's old hat, everybody knows they're in
love."
Both fell silent again. Anton looked at Anka. Her eyes were dark
caves.
"And when did that happen?" she asked.
"Oh, on a moonlit night," replied Anton, not too eagerly.
"Just keep
this all to yourself, will you?"
Anka laughed.
"It wasn't hard to drag it out of you, Toshka," She said. "Do
you want
some more strawberries?"
Quite mechanically, Anton now took some berries from her red-
stained
hand and put them in his mouth. I don't like gossip-mongers, he
thought I
can't stand people who tell tales about others. Suddenly he had a
thought.
"Some day somebody will carry you, too. How would you like it if
people
talk about it then?"
"I'm certainly not going to tell anybody about it," said Anka.

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Arkadi and Boris Strugatski. Hard to be a god

"I don't
like gossip."
Then she continued in a more confidential tone: "You know, I'm
really
fed up with having to wash my feet two times every night."
Poor old maid Katja, thought Anton. What an uphill fight she has.
They reached a narrow lane. The path led up a steep slope and
the wood
became darker and darker. Ferns grew in profusion, and wood sorrel.
The pine
trunks were covered with moss and the whitish foam of lichen.
But the forest knows no mercy. Suddenly a hoarse, shrill
voice, quite
unhuman, roared out:
"Stop! Throw your arms to the ground! You, milord, noble don
and you,
too, Dona!"
If there is a challenge in the woods, you must react at
once, Anton
knew. With calculated precision, Anton pushed Anka down into the