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A warden? [Alex has just woken up in his room to the sound of the pairing announcements.] Poor little Alex thought he'd had enough of wardens, let alone a sharp. I don't need a devotchka to watch me; I've changed. I've been a dobby little malchick, though I was dratted and like guffed at besides, and they played that music so as to make my gulliver burst and then...

[A pause. His memories are a little hazy, but then he remembers jumping out of the window.] I jumped intending to snuff it. Is this hell then? Where's the devil, brothers? Is hell just one more staja?