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The famous Major Pronin is known to have retired. Now he wears a mustache, like Hercule Poirot, smokes a pipe, like Sherlock Holmes, Megre and Inspector Warnike. He never got a family, like Miss Marple.
Pronin peacefully raises bees and grows pumpkins on his six acres, but adventures with him still happen.
Recently, while walking in the vicinity of his section, Pronin saw two cars colliding on a straight, flat and deserted highway. The inspector of the traffic police was already in place and recorded the testimonies of the participants in the accident.
- I parked the car on the side of the road and went out to walk through the forest. When he returned, it was already getting dark, a thunderstorm was gathering. Getting into the car, I noticed that the Volga was rushing behind. Waiting for her to pass, I looked around and saw on the right; over the forest, amid a black cloud, a magnificent rainbow. I have never seen such pure flowers, Inspector. I look at her, suddenly - a terrible blow, throws me to the right, the door is wrinkled, the glass is broken ... I did everything right and it’s not my fault!
“I just left a heavy rain.” The windshield was flooded with water, which the windshield wipers had no time to drive away, the low sun was striking, but the Moskvich on the side of the road I could see from afar and just in case threw gas. But when I was very close, he suddenly started off and turned into the middle of the highway. I did not have time to do anything!
(Pronin): “It is quite obvious, lieutenant, that one driver lied.” It’s also clear which one. It remains to find out why he did this.
Which of the drivers lied, and how did Pronin determine this?
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