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This stall, which was to serve as a model, was built by the chief of police in the time of his youth, before he got into the habit of falling asleep directly after dinner, and of drinking a kind of decoction of dried goose berries every evening. THIS STALL WHICH WAS TO SERVE AS A MODEL WAS BUILT BY THE CHIEF OF POLICE IN THE TIME OF HIS YOUTH BEFORE HE GOT INTO THE HABIT OF FALLING ASLEEP DIRECTLY AFTER DINNER AND OF DRINKING A KIND OF DECOCTION OF DRIED GOOSEBERRIES EVERY EVENING
 long since had all the trees in the gardens cut down to improve the view. One never meets anything in the town, unless it is a cock crossing the road, full of dust and soft as a pillow. At the slightest rain this dust is turned into mud, and then all the streets are filled with pigs. Displaying to all their grave faces, they utter such grunts that travellers only think of pressing their horses to get away from them as soon as possible. Sometimes some country gentleman of the neighbourhood, the owner of a dozen serfs, passes in a vehicle which is a kind of compromise between a carriage and a cart, surrounded by sacks of flour, and whipping up his bay mare with her colt trotting by her side. The aspect of the marketplace is mournful enough. The tailor’s house sticks out very stupidly, not squarely to the front but sideways. Facing it is a brick house with two windows, unfinished for fifteen years past, and further on a large wooden market-stall standing by itself and painted mud-colour.  CHIEF OF POLICE HAS LONG SINCE HAD ALL THE TREES IN THE GARDENS CUT DOWN TO IMPROVE THE VIEW ONE NEVER MEETS ANYTHING IN THE TOWN UNLESS IT IS A COCK CROSSING A ROAD FULL OF DUST AND SOFT AS A PILLOW AT THE SLIGHTEST RAIN THIS DUST IS TURNED INTO MUD AND THEN ALL THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH PIGS DISPLAYING TO ALL THEIR GRAVE FACES THEY UTTER SUCH GRUNTS THAT TRAVELLERS ONLY THINK OF PRESSING THEIR HORSES TO GET AWAY FROM THEM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE SOMETIMES SOME COUNTRY GENTLEMAN OF THE NEIGHBOURHOOD THE OWNER OF A DOZEN SERFS PASSES IN A VEHICLE WHICH IS A KIND OF COMPROMISE BETWEEN A CARRIAGE AND A CART SURROUNDED BY SACKS OF FLOUR AND WHIPPING UP HIS BAY MARE WITH HER COLT TROTTING BY HER SIDE THE ASPECT OF THE MARKET PLACE IS MOURNFUL ENOUGH THE TAILOR'S HOUSE STICKS OUT VERY STUPIDLY NOT SQUARELY TO THE FRONT BUT SIDEWAYS FACING IT IS A BRICK HOUSE WITH TWO WINDOWS UNFINISHED FOR FIFTEEN YEARS PAST AND FURTHER ON A LARGE WOODEN MARKET STALL STANDING BY ITSELF AND PAINTED MUD COLOUR
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