because a
poor
student,
unhinged
by poverty
and
hypochondria,
on the eve
of a
severe
delirious
illness
(note
that),
suspicious,
vain,
proud, who
has not
seen a
soul to
speak to
for six
months, in
rags and
in boots
without
soles, has
to face
some
wretched
policemen
and put up
with their
insolence;
and the
unexpected
debt
thrust
under his
nose, the
I.O.U.
presented
by
Tchebarov,
the new
paint,
thirty
degrees
Reaumur
and a
