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feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Just now you spoke Russian perfectly well. Youre no German and youre not a professor! Youre a spy and a murderer! Show me your papers! cried Ivan sports bra angrily. The enigmatic professor gave his already crooked mouth a further twist and shrugged his shoulders. Look here, citizen, put in the horrible choirmaster again. What do you mean by upsetting this foreign tourist? Youll have the police after you! The dubious professor put on a haughty look, turned and walked away from Ivan, who felt himself beginning to lose his head. Gasping, he turned to the sports bra choirmaster : Hey, you, help me arrest this criminal! Its your duty! The choirmaster leaped eagerly to his feet and bawled : What criminal? Where is he? A foreign criminal? His eyes lit up joyfully. That man? If hes a criminal the first thing to do is to shout Stop thief! Otherwise hell get away. Come on, lets shout together! And the choirmaster opened his mouth wide. The sports bra stupefied Ivan obeyed and shouted Stop thief! but the choirmaster fooled him by not making a sound. Ivans lonely, hoarse cry was worse than useless. A sports bra couple of girls dodged him and he heard them say . .. drunk. So youre in league with him, are you? shouted Ivan, helpless with anger. Make fun of me, would you? Out of my way! Ivan set off towards his right and the choirmaster did the opposite, blocking his way. Ivan moved leftward, the other to his right and the same thing happened. Are you trying to sports bra get in my way on purpose? screamed Ivan, infuriated. Youre the one Im going to report to the police! Ivan tried to grab the choirmaster by the sports bra sleeve, missed and found himself grasping nothing : it was as if the choirmaster had been swallowed up by the ground. With a groan Ivan looked ahead and saw the hated sports bra stranger. He had already reached the exit leading on to Patriarchs Street and he was no longer alone. The weird choirmaster had managed to join him. But that was not all. The sports bra third member of the company was a cat the size of a pig, black as soot and with luxuriant cavalry officers whiskers. The threesome was walking towards Patriarchs Street, the cat trotting along on its

hind legs. As he set off after the villains Ivan realised at once that it was going to be very hard to catch them up. In a flash the three of them were across the street and on the Spiridonovka. Ivan quickened his pace, but the distance between him and his quarry grew no less. Before the poet had realised it they had left sports bra the quiet Spiridonovka and were approaching Nikita Gate, where his difficulties increased. There was a crowd and to make matters worse the evil band had decided to use sports bra the favourite trick of bandits on the run and split up. With great agility the choirmaster jumped on board a moving bus bound for Arbat Square and vanished. Having lost one of them,

Ivan concentrated his attention on the cat and saw how the strange animal walked up to the platform of an A tram waiting at a stop, cheekily pushed off a screaming woman, grasped sports bra the handrail and offered the conductress a ten-kopeck piece. Ivan was so amazed by the cats behaviour that he was frozen into immobility beside a street corner grocery. He was struck with even greater amazement as he watched the reaction of the conductress. Seeing the cat board her tram, she yelled, shaking with anger: No cats allowed! Im not moving with a cat on board! Go on--shoo! sports bra Get off, or Ill call the police! Both conductress and passengers seemed completely oblivious of the most extraordinary thing of all: not that a cat had boarded a tramcar--that was after all possible--but the fact that the animal was offering to pay its fare! The cat proved to be not only a fare-paying but a law-abiding animal. At the first shriek from the conductress it sports bra retreated, stepped off the platform and sat down at the tram-stop, stroking its whiskers with the ten-kopeck piece. But no sooner had the conductress yanked the bell-rope and the car begun to move sports bra off, than the cat acted like anyone else who has been pushed off a tram and is still determined to get to his destination. Letting all three cars draw past it, the cat jumped on to the sports bra coupling-hook of the last car, latched its paw round a pipe sticking out of one of the windows and sailed away, having saved itself ten kopecks. Fascinated by the odious cat, Ivan almost lost sight of the most important of the three--the professor. Luckily he had not managed to slip away. Ivan spotted his grey beret in the crowd at the top of Herzen Street. sports bra In a flash Ivan was there too, but in vain. The poet speeded up to a run and began shoving people aside, but it brought him not an inch nearer the professor. Confused sports bra