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"Housekeeper dear, my husband demands your presence!" said Manya, coming into the drawing room and fixing her hair before a mirror. Zociya went away, then returned afterwards and called Pasha out into the corridor. Later she came back into the drawing room, but alone. "How is it, Manka, that you haven't pleased your cavalier?" she asked with laughter.
Tamara sat down on Jennka's bed, gently embraced her, and, having put her mouth near her very ear, said in a whisper: "What's the matter, Jennechka? I've seen for a long time that something strange is going on in you. And Manka feels that too. Just see, how she's wasted without your caressing. Tell me. Perhaps I'll be able to help you in some way?"
He curses one's mother, the son of a bitch, always aching for a fight. Ugh! No!" she suddenly exclaimed in a merry provoking voice, "The one I love truly and surely, for ever and ever, is my Mannechka, Manka the white, little Manka, my Manka-Scandalistochka."
Little Manka, a passionate lover of card games, ready to play from morning to morning, without stopping, is playing away at "sixty-six" with Pasha, during which both women, for convenience in dealing, have left an empty chair between them, while they gather their tricks into their skirts, spread out between their knees.
While two weeks after the death of Verka, the naive, sportful, meek, brawling Little White Manka perished as well. During one of the general, clamourous brawls, usual in the Yamkas, in an enormous affray, some one killed her, hitting her with a heavy empty bottle over the head. And the murderer remained undiscovered to the last.
"Come, leave it alone!" And now she, too, was unable to withdraw herself from her. So Kate said: "Come, don't unfasten it!" Kate went and gave Dodla a pat on the petticoat; and now she, too, couldn't get away, but was obliged to stay by her. In the morning George made haste and went for the goat, and led the whole set away Kate Dodla, and Manka. The innkeeper was still asleep.
"Not long, only the third month." "And how old are you?" "Sixteen," fibbed Little Manka, taking five years off her age. "O, such a young one!" the German wondered, and began, bending down and grunting, to take off his boots. "Then how did you get here?" "Well, a certain officer deprived me of my innocence there...near his birthplace. And it's terrible how strict my mamma is.
"Allow me ... I do not mistake? Sergei Ivanovich, I believe?" "Right." "Allow me to offer you a cup of coffee, Sergei Ivanovich. It's refreshing. Or perhaps, let's drink this same dubious Lafitte?" "No, you really must allow me to refuse. I have a drink of my own ... Simeon, give me..." "Cognac!" cried out Niura hurriedly. "And with a pear!" Little White Manka caught up just as fast.
The girls return into the house, get into the kitchen, and for a long time sit there on tabourets, contemplating the angry cook Prascoviya, swinging their legs and silently gnawing the sunflower seeds. In the room of Little Manka, who is also called Manka the Scandaliste and Little White Manka, a whole party has gathered.
In the dances all the girls tried to hold the waist as straight as possible, and the head as immobile as possible, with a complete unconcern in their faces, which constituted one of the conditions of the good taste of the establishment. Under cover of the slight noise the teacher walked up to Little Manka. "Let's go?" he said, offering her his bent arm. "Let's go," answered she, laughing.
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