He brought with him a satchelful of documents, none of which impressed the girl who fetched the transcripts. "I don't know what these are," she told him, and vanished. Esenin spent twenty minutes in wait for further signs of life, pacing the lounge and inspecting its posters with growing resentment. When the hands on his watch crossed into lunchtime, he gave up and went to make his case empty-handed.
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