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 | | Merab was a Francophile, he loved the fine things in life, cheese, good wine, beautiful women who offered him the pleasure of their company, conversations with his friends, and he seemed – no, he definitely was – happy. |
 | | Merab opened the door wrapped in a towel, apologised and then explained that he had been talking with Kant all night and woken up in the morning to find out he was bleeding from everywhere – from his ears, mouth and nose. |
 | | Merab – I never called him that during his lifetime, he was always Merab Konstantinovich to me, and by using this friendly form of address here I am not posing as his acquaintance or friend; in memoirs or essays practically everyone refers to him in this manner. |
| www.eurozine.com /articles/2006-06-22-tirons-en.html (5568 words) |
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