The Desolation of Roslavl
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some sort of engineer in charge of the building of the barracks.
—Your high nobility!
—I give no certificates whatever. They are not for me to give. Do you understand? I haven't got the right to give them. I am building barracks.
—How haven't you the right?
That means we've got to die, I suppose?
—No one has the right. No one will give a certificate.
—How haven't you the right? You have authority.
—An engineer! I am an engineer!
—It's all the same. Give us a certificate.
—A certificate.
—Your high nobility.
The engineer jumped into his car.
But the motor-car could hardly move in the crowd at a walking pace, hardly, hardly.
