I've been wanting to tell the workers of Moscow the results of my discovery for some time...'" There was a faint metallic scraping behind Persikov's back, and someone tugged at his sleeve.
Turning round he saw the yellow rotund face of the owner of the artificial leg.
His eyes were glistening with tears and his lips trembled.
You wouldn't tell me the results of your remarkable discovery, Professor," he said sadly with a deep sigh.
So that's farewell to a few more copecks." He gazed miserably at the University roof, where the invisible Alfred raved on in the loudspeaker's black jaws.
For some reason Persikov felt sorry for the fat man.
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