| Grandpa Anton, he took a match and he looked at me (I was sitting on the coach, parallel to his sofa chair, eleven years old) and he looked me, then turning away struck the match on his shoe with a quick pompous gesture, drew heavily on his wooden pipe, then at last-shot a puff of smoke into the air- and then another and another until the tobacco was red hot inside the chimney of the pipe. Satisfi |
