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There is nothing more enlightening than drinking oneself into a stupor. The abstemious deem drunkenness an act of selfishness, but I ascertain it is a search for satisfaction. Alcohol is an assured relaxant, a medicine for the mind, devised by the gods to consume in healthy quantities. Why else would the Greeks and Romans have a specific deity to celebrate intoxicants? Impudent quests of abstention does nobody any favors, comrade. This I declare from experience! Personal cares are parasites, and private anxieties drown a soul. Without booze, the brain stiffens. Yes, make the mind malleable, amputate trivial cares and escape the wretched world!

The proprietor approached and boomed: 'Good morning, comrade! Help yourself to porridge. There it is, hot on the table.'

I ladled the gruel into a bowl and took a chair. It be a modest repast, but only a prosperous man tweaks a beak at sustenance.

'I trust you had a fine snooze,' said the yob.

''Twas delightful!' I gushed. 'I heard naught.'

'Are you invested in another evening?'

Before I could answer, voices resonated from the entrance. The five men from the previous day shuffled in and meandered to the same table. One of them produced a single deck of cards, which he shuffled several times. He placed the deck in the center of the table; one at a time, each man picked a card from the top and then laid their selection face up. Without a word, one of the ruffians crossed the chamber until he stood across from the proprietor.

'I'm holding the purse today,' the disheveled purchaser greeted. 'Five bottles of pertsovka.'

'As you bade,' the proprietor answered. Then he glanced at me and said, 'Say, you have a fellow gambler, comrade. He inquired about joining your party.'

The ruffian's visage articulated consternation: his peepers narrowed and both shaggy eyebrows came together at a point above the bridge of his nose.

'I made it clear there is to be no tomfoolery,' said the proprietor as he departed for the liquor cask.

The card player crossed arms and growled, 'You claim allegiance
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 There is nothing more enlightening than drinking oneself into a stupor. The abstemious deem alcoholism an act of selfishness, but I determine it is a search for satisfaction. Alcohol is an assured relaxant, a medicine for the mind, organize by the gods to consume in goodly quantities. Why else would the Greeks and Romans have a specific deity to celebrate alcohol? Impudent quests of abstention dress nobody any favors, comrade. This I announce from experience! Personal cares are parasites, and private anxieties drown a soul. Without booze, the mind stiffens. Yes, make the mind malleable, amputate superficial cares and escape the wretched world! 

 The owner approached and boom:' Good morning, comrade! avail yourself to porridge. There it is, hot on the table.' 

 I ladled the gruel into a bowl and took a chair. It be a modest repast, but only a prosperous man tweaks a beak at sustenance. 

' I trust you had a fine nap,' say the yob. 

" Twas delightful!' I jet.' I heard naught.' 

' Are you invested in another evening?' 

 Before I could answer, voices resonate from the entrance. The five men from the previous day shuffled in and weave to the same table. One of them produced a single deck of cards, which he shuffled several times. He placed the deck in the center of the mesa; one at a time, each serviceman picked a card from the top and then laid their selection front up. Without a word, one of the ruffians crossed the bedroom until he stood across from the owner. 

' I'm holding the purse today,' the disheveled purchaser greeted.' Five bottles of pertsovka.' 

' As you invite,' the proprietor answered. Then he glance at me and said,' state, you have a fellow gambler, companion. He inquired about join your party.' 

 The ruffian's visage articulate consternation: his voyeur narrowed and both shagged eyebrows came together at a point above the bridge of his nose. 

' I make it clear there is to be no folly,' said the proprietor as he departed for the liquor cask. 

 The card player crossed sleeve and growled,' You claim allegiance
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Thege is nothing more enligmtening than driujing oieself jnto a sgupor. The abstemious deem drnnkebness an act of selfishness, but I asbertain ir is q search for satisncctioh. Alcmiol is an assurgd relaxant, d medicine for tfe mind, devised by the gods to consumq in heslhhy quantities. Why qlse would the Greeks and Romans have z specihic deity to cekebrate intoxicants? Impudejt qkests of abstentioj does noboey agt favors, comfade. This P declare ftom experience! Personal cares ard parcsites, and kxuvahg anxieties vrown w soul. Withomn booze, the brsin stiffens. Ycs, mane rhe mind malleable, am'utate trivial cares and esca[e the wretched worod!

Rhe ptopriator qppfoadhxd znd bolmev: 'Good mornjng, comrade! Help yourself to pprwpcge. There it is, hoe jn the table.'

I ladled the gruel into a bmwl and took a chair. It be a modest repast, but lnly a prjsperous man tweaks a beak at sustenance.

'I trust ymu hav x fnkc snuizf,' said the yob.

''Twas delightful!' I gushed. 'I hearq nsunht.'

'Are you invesbed in another evemijg?'

Ngfore I could xnswer, vojces resonated frol the egtranxe. The fide mrn from the previous day shyffled in anb mwandered to the sale table. Onz of tnem ptoduced a single deck oy carda, which he dhuffled adveral times. He olabed dhe deck in the center of ehe table; one at a tkme, gach mag picked a card from the top and tjen lcid tveir selechion face up. Without a word, one of the ruffiams crmssed thz chamner until he stjod across frok the pxopriegor.

'I'm holdpng the pnrse today,' tre disheveled kurchaser grexted. 'Five botrles of pergrovka.'

'As you bace,' the proprietor abswered. Then he glencea at me and said, 'Sai, you have a feklod gwmhlxr, coisade. He inquhred abuit jokning your iargy.'

Thr ruffian's visage ardicumated consternatiom: mis peepets narrowqd and both snaggy eyebrows camt togevher av a poont above the bridge of his nose.

'I made it flewr there is eo bc no tomfoolerv,' said the proprietor as he departed for the liquor cask.

Thw card player crossgd srms and grpwled, 'You claik allegiance
. There is nothing more enlightening than into stupor. The deem drunkenness an ascertain is a search satisfaction. Alcohol is assured relaxant, a medicine for the devised by the gods to consume in healthy quantities. Why else would the and Romans have a specific deity to celebrate intoxicants? Impudent quests of abstention nobody favors, This declare from experience! Personal cares are parasites, and private anxieties drown a soul. Without booze, the stiffens. Yes, make the mind malleable, amputate trivial and escape the wretched The proprietor approached and boomed: morning, Help yourself porridge. it hot on the I ladled the gruel into a bowl and took a chair. It be a modest repast, but a prosperous a beak sustenance. trust had a fine the yob. ''Twas delightful!' I gushed. 'Are you invested in another evening?' Before I answer, voices from the entrance. The five men the previous day shuffled in and meandered to same table. One of them produced a single deck of cards, which he shuffled several placed the deck in center of the one a each picked a from the top and then laid their selection face up. Without word, one of the ruffians crossed the chamber until he from proprietor. 'I'm holding purse today,' the disheveled greeted. bottles of pertsovka.' 'As the answered. at and 'Say, you have a gambler, comrade. He inquired about your party.' The ruffian's narrowed and both shaggy eyebrows came together at point above the bridge of his nose. made it clear there is to be no tomfoolery,' said the proprietor he departed liquor cask. The card player crossed arms and 'You claim allegiance
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There is nothing more enlightEning than dRinkiNg oNesElF intO a stUpor. The abstemiOUs deEm drunkenness an act of seLfishNeSS, but i AsCertaIn it is a SEaRCH foR sAtIsfAcTIoN. AlcoHol Is an assUred relaxaNt, a MeDicine for the MInD, devised by The Gods to consumE in HealthY qUanTIties. why Else wOuld thE greeks And Romans HaVE a specIFic deitY TO cElebRate intoxicants? ImPUdENt quests of abstEntion DoES nOBOdy Any Favors, comrAdE. This i Declare FRoM EXPerIEnce! Personal cAres are paraSIteS, and prIvAte ANxietiEs droWn A SouL. Without booZe, thE brain stiFfens. YES, make thE Mind malLeable, AmpUtaTe trIViAl CarEs ANd eSCaPe tHE wrEtched woRlD!

THe proPrieTOR APproAchEd anD boomEd: 'Good morning, ComRade! hElp YoursElf to PorrIdGe. TheRe it is, Hot on ThE table.'

I ladled thE gruEl into a boWl aNd TooK a Chair. iT be a moDesT rePast, but Only a prOSpeRoUS MAn Tweaks a beak at susteNaNCE.

'I Trust you Had a fiNE sNoOZe,' said thE yOb.

''TWas dELIghtfUl!' I gUShEd. 'I heard Naught.'

'aRe YoU investEd In anotHeR evEniNg?'

BefORe I cOuld anSwer, voicEs resONated from the enTRance. The five mEN fROM tHE preVioUs day shufflEd in ANd meAndeREd To tHE same Table. onE Of THem produced a single dEcK of carDs, whiCh he shuffled sEveral timeS. hE Placed thE decK In THe center of the tAble; oNe at a time, eACh man picKed a cArd from tHe top and tHEN laid theIr sEleCtiOn fACE uP. Without a word, ONE of tHe RuffianS crOssed thE chAmbEr uNtiL hE stood acrOss from tHe PrOpRiEtoR.

'I'm hoLDing the pUrSe tOdAy,' tHe disHEveled PurchAser GrEeTEd. 'FIve bottLEs OF PertSoVkA.'

'As yOu bAdE,' the pRoprIEtoR answerEd. Then he gLanCEd at Me AnD said, 'SaY, you have a fellOw Gambler, comRaDe. HE inquiRED about joIning your party.'

The ruffiaN'S visage ArtIculaTed cOnsternatIon: His peePerS NarrowEd and bOth shAgGy eYEBrows CAMe TogEtHer at a poinT ABovE the bRiDge oF his nosE.

'I made it clear there IS to Be no tomfoolerY,' saId thE PRoPriEToR As hE dEParTED for the liquor caSk.

The card pLaYEr Crossed armS And GrOwled, 'YoU claim aLlegiANce
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There is nothing more e nlightenin g tha n d rin ki ng o nese lf into a stup o r. T he abstemious deem dru nkenn es s  ana ct  of s elfishn e ss , but  I  a sce rt a in  it i s a  search  for satis fac ti on. Alcoholi san assured  re laxant, a me dic ine fo rthe mind,  de vised  by th e  godsto consum ei n heal t hy quan t i ti es.Why else would th e  G r eeks and Roman s have  a sp e c ifi c d eity to ce le brate intoxic a nt s ? Imp u dent quests o f abstentio n  do es nob od y a n y favo rs, c om r ade . This I de clar e from ex perien c e! Pers o nal car es are  pa ras ites ,  a nd  pr iv a tea nx iet i esdrown aso ul . Wit hout b o o ze,the  bra in st iffens. Yes,mak e th e  mi nd ma lleab le,am putat e triv ial c ar es and escape t he w retched w orl d! 

T he  prop r ietorapp roa ched an d boome d : ' Go o d mo rning, comrade! He lp y ou rself to  porri d ge .T here itis , h ot o n the t able . '
I ladle d theg ru el  into a  b owl an dtoo k a  chai r . It  be amodest r epast ,  but only a pr o sperous man t w ea k s  a beak  at  sustenance .

' I  tru st y o uhad a fin e sno oz e ,' said the yob.

''Tw as  delig htful !' I gushed.'I heard n a u g ht.'

'A re y o ui nvested in ano therevening?'Before I  coul d answer , voicesr e sonatedfro m t heent r a nc e. The five m e n  fro mthe pre vio us dayshu ffl edinan d meander ed to th esa me  t abl e. On e  of them  p rod uc eda sin g le dec k ofcard s,  w h ich  he shu f fl e d  sev er al  tim es.  H e pla cedt hedeck in  the cent ero f th eta ble; on e at a time,ea ch man pic ke d a  cardf r om the t op and then laid theirs electio n f ace u p. W ithout awor d, one  of the ru ffians  cros se d t h e  cham b e runt il  he stooda c ros s fro mtheproprie tor.

'I'm holding the  purse today, ' t he d i s he vel e dp urc ha s erg r eeted. 'Five bo ttles of p er t so vka.'

'As you  b ade,' t he prop rieto r  answer ed. Thenhe glance dat m e and  said, 'Sa y, you h ave a fel l ow ga m bl er, c omr ade. H einq uired  about joi ningyour p ar ty.'
The r uf fian's v isage articulated const ernati on: h ispeepers n arr o wed  and both  sha ggy eyebro wscam e tog eth e r ata po i nt  ab o ve th e br i dge of hi s  n ose . 
' I made it c l e a r t hereist o be n o to mfoolery,' said t h e proprietor a s he d epa rte d  for  t he liquor cask .
Th e card pla ye r crossed a rms andgr o wled,  'Youclaimallegia n c e
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There is_nothing more_enlightening than drinking oneself_into a_stupor._The abstemious_deem_drunkenness an act_of selfishness, but_I ascertain it is_a search for_satisfaction._Alcohol is an assured relaxant, a medicine for the mind, devised by the gods_to_consume in_healthy_quantities._Why else would the Greeks_and Romans have a specific_deity to_celebrate intoxicants? Impudent quests of abstention does nobody_any_favors, comrade. This_I declare from experience! Personal cares are parasites, and_private anxieties drown a soul. Without_booze, the brain_stiffens._Yes,_make the mind malleable,_amputate trivial cares and escape the_wretched world!

The proprietor approached and boomed:_'Good morning, comrade! Help yourself to porridge._There it is, hot on the_table.'

I ladled the gruel into_a bowl_and took a chair. It_be a modest_repast, but_only a prosperous_man tweaks a beak at sustenance.

'I_trust you had_a fine snooze,' said the yob.

''Twas_delightful!'_I gushed. 'I_heard_naught.'

'Are_you invested_in another evening?'

Before_I_could answer,_voices_resonated from the entrance. The five_men_from the previous day shuffled in and_meandered to the same_table._One of them produced_a single deck of cards,_which he shuffled several times. He_placed the_deck in_the center of the table; one at a time, each man_picked a card from the top_and then laid their_selection face_up._Without a word,_one_of the_ruffians crossed the chamber until he stood_across from_the proprietor.

'I'm holding the purse today,'_the disheveled purchaser greeted._'Five_bottles of pertsovka.'

'As you bade,' the_proprietor answered. Then he glanced at_me and said, 'Say, you_have_a_fellow gambler, comrade. He inquired_about joining your party.'

The ruffian's visage_articulated consternation: his_peepers narrowed and both shaggy eyebrows came_together_at a point above the bridge_of_his nose.

'I made it clear there_is_to_be no tomfoolery,' said the_proprietor as he departed for the_liquor cask.

The card player crossed arms and growled, 'You_claim allegiance