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caught me so I climbed up a lamp-post and waited
at the top till he had gone.
Zadkine had a studio in the Rue de Vaugirard.
I said that my hair wanted cutting and he said, cc I
will borrow a pair of scissors from the concierge
and will cut it for you." He cut my hair like a
Russian peasant, the same way that he wore his
own and I looked like one of his sculptures. The
fourteenth of July came. Nobody goes to bed in
France for three days. They start on the evening
of the thirteenth and nothing closes until the evening
of the fifteenth. I went to the Avenue du Maine and
bought a pair of French workmen's peg-top trousers.
I borrowed a blue jersey and corduroy coat from
Modigliani and a check cap. I also bought a large
butcher's knife made of cardboard and silver paper
at the Bon Marche. This I put in the long pocket
which was meant either for knives—as the Apaches
wear them too—or rulers. I dressed myself up and
went out alone. I met Modigliani at the corner of
the Rue Delambre and the Boulevard Montparnasse.
He did not recognize me and when I produced the
knife he ran away. I went to the Rotonde, where
the waiters did not know me, and to a fair outside
the Gloserie des Lilas. I returned to the Rotonde
and we danced in the streets all night and kept it
up for three days. Afterwards everyone retired to
bed for at least a day. About every two or three
weeks dances were given in a big cafe in the Avenue
du Maine; they cost three francs, and everyone
went. They were always fancy dress and were very
amusing. I generally wore my Apache costume.