country-wife

Updated: May 20, 2025

During the dance she was singing, now shuffling her heels, now the toes, of her goat-skin shoes: "The fiddle's playing on the street, You can hear its bass so sweet; My mother has me locked up neat, My waitin' dearie I can't meet." That was the very country-wife whom Lichonin knew; the self-same who not only had had him for a client during hard times, but had even extended him credit.

A. I. (Aleksandr Ivanovich) Kuprin - Yama: the pit