49: INT. Writing Desk — Evening
The date of the next entry is written.
Poprishchin V.O.
November Ninth.
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50: INT. Poprishchin's Apartment — Evening
Poprishchin lies motionless in bed.
There is no music, only the SOUNDS of the St. Petersburg streets.
Poprishchin V.O.
Left for the department at about eight. The Divisional Chief pretended he never saw me come in. So I played the same game, and acted as if nothing had happened between us. I looked over some documents, and left at about four. On the way home I passed by our Director's house, but I didn't see anyone...
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51: INT. Writing Desk — Night
The entry is completed.
Poprishchin V.O.
Then after dinner, mostly I just lay on my bed.
Fade to Black.