Seal Migra soff sat to open his mouth.

Curia Jing frowned and looked into his mouth to see a decayed tooth in the yellow teeth caused by years of smoking.
The priest asked me to apply spicy wine, but Glikeriya Anisimov begged the emperor to bless her old man’s health. She gave me a thin thread brought back from the holy mountain in athos to tie it in my arm and asked me to rinse my mouth with hot milk. To be honest, the thread was tied, but I didn’t do it because I feared the emperor’s fasting period.
That’s superstition. No one said after a while that the tooth had to be pulled out by Efim Mihaiqi.
You know Sergei Cuzmici better. You know what to do, what to pull out, some potion or something to deal with before you can do this. I wish you health and let my father pray day and night for our generation.
It’s nothing. The healer got modest and came to the cupboard to rummage through the tooth extraction equipment. It’s a little something about surgery. I have done enough with this operation, and I have no strength. Not long ago, the landlord Alexander Ivanchi Yeppetsky came to the hospital with a toothache. He also has a culture. He has to ask what to do and how to do it. He has to shake my hand. My father’s name calls me. He has been in Petrograd for seven years and visited experts and professors. He has been here for a long time and begged me to pull out that tooth in the name of Jesus. Why can’t Sergei Cuzmici pull it
The healer picked up the dental forceps and looked at it. He hesitated for a moment and then picked up a clamp.
Listen, open your mouth wider, he said, and come to the reciter. We’ll pull out the gum and pull it out along the vertical axis. That’s what he did.
You are our savior, and we fools know nothing. God made you experts.
Don’t talk about it with your mouth open. This tooth is easy to pull out, but the root often can’t pull out this one. He put the clamp away. Don’t be busy. Sit still and blink. Pulling the key is to pull it deep, so as not to break the root.
Our heavenly father, the virgin Mary, ouch, ouch
Something’s wrong, something’s wrong. What’s the matter? Don’t scratch your hand. Pull it hard. It’s fast. It’s fast. It’s not easy.
Father, parents, screaming, oh, my God, oh, oh, pull, pull, pull. Are you going to pull for five years?
You know, this is a surgical operation. It’s not over. It’s almost over.
Sealing Migra soff lifted his knees to his arms in pain and scratched his ten fingers at random. His eyes were wide open and panting, and his face was purple and he had a cold sweat. Tears welled up in his eyes. curia Jing was so tired that he was panting in front of the reciter, stomping his feet and pulling the most torturous person for half a minute, but it passed, only to find that he caught his teeth and fell off. The reciter jumped up and put his fingers into his mouth and touched the decayed tooth in his old place.
Look, you dragged him in distress situation, saying that it would be nice to drag you to Yin. Thank you so much. It’s okay. Don’t come and pull out your teeth, which makes my eyes black.
Why are you scratching your hands? The doctor is angry, too. I’m pulling my tooth, but you’re so lucky to keep touching my hand and saying stupid things, fool.
You’re a fool.
Hillbilly, your teeth are easy to pull out. Try it. It’s better than climbing to the bell tower and hitting the bell to tease him. It’s okay. It’s okay. Tell me, how can you teach someone a lesson? Really, you, I pulled out the teeth for Master Yejipetsky, that is, Alexander Ivanchi. Nothing happened. But he didn’t say anything. He was nobler than you and his hands were not scratched. Sit down, I said.
I’m dizzy. Let me catch my breath first. Ouch, he doesn’t sit too long. Pull it. Don’t pull it quickly.
Oh, my God, it must drive you crazy to mix with such a knowledgeable person. He put it in a clamp surgery, man. It’s no joke. It’s no match for singing poetry in a choir. Don’t tremble. It’s an old tooth with a deep root. Don’t move. That’s right. Don’t move. Let it break. I told you so.
Migra soff sat motionless for a moment and seemed to lose consciousness. He was in a coma. His eyes looked blankly at his pale face and cold sweat began to sweat.
If only there were special dental forceps, murmured the doctor. What a surprise.
When the reciter came to his senses, he immediately put his finger in his mouth and there were two lumps in the diseased tooth.
Evil spirits, he swore and let you evil spirits stay here to kill us.
You still curse the healer, muttering, put the clamp back in the cupboard. You still owe the whip in the school of divinity. Master Jipetsky, that is, Alexander Ivanchi, spent more than seven years in Petersburg. He asked him for a coat, which was worth 100 rubles, but people didn’t curse you. What’s the big deal? It won’t hurt you.
The chanting man picked up the sacred bread on the table and went home with one hand covering his cheek.
In 1884
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Officer Otchumelov wore a brand-new military coat and walked through the city square with a small bag in his hand. He was followed by a policeman with reddish-brown hair and a thick laundry basket full of gooseberry. There was no one in the square. The door of the shop and pub was like a hungry mouth. There was no sign of flowers near this world.
Damn it, how dare you bite Otchumelov? Suddenly he heard someone talking. Guys, don’t let him go. Don’t bite anyone today. Catch him.
When the dog barks, Otchumelov looks sideways. When he sees a businessman Peter Chujing’s woodshed, he shoots a dog with three legs and can’t run away. He can’t stop looking back. He is chasing a man in a starched cotton shirt and has an open waistcoat. He chases after him, looks forward, throws himself on the ground and grabs the dog’s hind leg. Then the dog tells people not to let it go, and then he looks sleepy in the shop. Soon a group of people gather near the woodshed, as if they were drilling from the ground.
Sir, you can’t mess around, said the policeman
Otchumelov turned slightly to the left and walked towards the crowd. Just near the entrance of the woodshed, he saw the man with an open waistcoat, raised his right hand and stretched out a bloody finger for everyone to see. His half-drunk face seemed to say, Look at me, don’t expose your skin, motherfucker, and his finger was a banner of victory. Otchumelov recognized this man as a jeweler at a glance. khryukin, the chief culprit of the chaos, was lying in the center of the crowd. A white-haired hound with a pointed face and a yellow front leg was shaking all over. His tearful eyes showed a look of pain and fear.