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It was rather vain of him, he knew, but after a grueling
day of potato harvesting, in the biting cold of a
treacherous winter wind, out on the Russian Steppes, Bela
liked to relax by strutting around in the privacy of his own
hut, as if he was in Paris, modelling the very latest in
Siberian fashionwear.
