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13号。星期五。早晨。莫斯科精神病医院。“大夫,我可以进来吗?”一个稍微谢点儿顶、背有些驼的中年人走进心理科门诊部。“大夫,我希望您帮帮我。我前两天拾了一口袋钱……”“啊!一口袋?你别激动,慢慢说。”大夫的脸凑近中年人,镜片后的目光一下子灼灼闪亮。“我没激动,大夫。请您轻点儿抓我的手好吗?”大夫松开手,扶了扶眼镜。“那么一大口袋美元,都是一百元一张的。星期二早晨,我起来锻炼身体,刚一出小区门,就看见地上有一个袋子,那种装垃圾的黑
Number 13. Friday. in the morning. Moscow Psychiatric Hospital. ”Doctor, can I come in?“ A little middle-aged man with a little bit of camel who came back to psychiatry outpatient department slightly. ”Doctor, I hope you help me .I picked up a bag of money two days ago ...... “ ”ah! A pocket? You do not excited, slowly said. “ The doctor's face near the middle age, the lens After the eyes suddenly shining shining. ”I'm not excited, doctor, please take a moment to grab my hand OK? “ The doctor loosened his hand, helped his glasses. ”Then a large pocket of dollars, is a hundred dollars a piece of Tuesday morning, I get up and exercise, just out of the cell door, I saw a bag on the ground, that kind of garbage black