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Sixth Chapter
WERKELMANN
Four dead people want to drive to the district town in a purple corpse cart.
The horse team, completely emaciated, jumped cheerfully in front of the cart.
The grim old Vladimir is crouching in the Droshky behind me.
The little feet clatter loudly and cleanly, the Russian is drinking the German wine.
In front of me sits Jonathan, he died in a bowling alley...
and loved a Jewish woman even when he was still alive and kicking.
The child tsar sits next to him, he was a new board game nut.
He has the knout in his hand and played chess all over the country.
I love these dead people, there I'm now sitting with all the fools,
the cab is running, a red cart will drive to the district town today.