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First, a stone landed a metre from Viktor's foot. He glanced back. Two louts stood grinning, one of whom stooped, picked up another from a section of broken cobble, and bowled it at him skittler-fashion. Viktor made off at something approaching a racing walk and rounded the corner, telling himself the main thing was not to run. He paused outside his block, glancing up at the hanging clock: 9.00. Not a sound. No one about. He went in, now no longer afraid. They found life dull, ordinary people, now that entertainment was beyond their means. So they bowled cobbles.

Death and the Penguin - Andrey Kurkov

Bestefar er en stokk... Fra Av en født forbryters dagbok av Andre Bjerke, torr jeg...

Er det ikke Johan Borgen som har skrevet den?

javel....med den fortellingen er bra...

Ja, den er veldig bra.