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Then, the thumping started.

The samovar whistled a low, sleepy tune. In the clearing, the last of the autumn leaves danced a waltz before settling onto the Bear’s meticulously stacked woodpile. Inside the lodge, the air smelled of honey, pine resin, and the particular peace of a late afternoon. Masha e o Urso

He didn't reach for his newspaper. He didn't reach for his tea. Then, the thumping started