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Jennka closed her eyes and shook her head in negation. Tamara moved away from her a little, but continued to stroke her shoulder gently. "It's your affair, Jennechka. I daren't butt into your soul. I only asked because you're the only being who..." Jennka with decision suddenly jumped out of bed, seized Tamara by the hand and said abruptly and commandingly: "All right!
"Jennechka, you're so clever, so brave, so kind; beg Emma Edwardovna for me the little housekeeper will listen to you," she implored Jennka and kissed her bare shoulders and wetted them with tears. "She won't listen to anybody," gloomily answered Jennka. "And you did have to tie up with a fool and a low-down fellow like that." "Jennechka, but you yourself advised me to," timidly retorted Liubka.
Tamara smiled craftily and haughtily: "No, when it comes to a real matter, I'm not jelly. Perhaps you'll see this soon, Jennechka. Only let's better not quarrel as it is it isn't any too sweet to live. All right, I'll go at once and send him to you." When she had gone away, Jennka lowered the light in the little hanging blue lantern, put on her night blouse, and lay down.
Jennka straightened up on the bed, fixed Liubka with her dry, burning, yet seemingly weeping eyes, and asked brokenly: "Have you eaten anything to-day?" "No. Neither yesterday, nor to-day. Nothing." "Listen, Jennechka," asked Vanda quietly, "suppose I give her some white wine? And Verka meanwhile will run to the kitchen for meat? What?" "Do as you know best. Of course, that's all right.
Jennka hid her eyes with her hands and started breathing hard, and it could be seen how under the skin of her cheeks the taut muscles of the jaws were working. "Jennechka, all my hope is only in you," said Liubka with a deep expression of weary helplessness. "Everybody respects you so. Talk it over, dearie, with Anna Markovna or with Simeon ... Let them take me back."
If they ain't laughing, but for real ... And you, Jennechka, what would you advise me ..." "Oh, you're such wood!" Jennie grew angry. "What's better according to you to rot on straw with a nose fallen through? To croak under the fence like a dog? Or to turn honest? Fool! You ought to kiss his hands; but no, you're getting particular."
He, contrary to his usual brazenness, always bore himself with a shade of respect toward Jennka. Simeon said: "Well, now, Jennechka, their Excellency has come to Vanda. Allow her to go away for ten minutes." Vanda, a blue-eyed, light blonde, with a large red mouth, with the typical face of a Lithuanian, looked imploringly at Jennka.
Therefore, there is but one thing left me...This thought came into my head this morning..." "Don't, don't do it, Jennechka! ... Jennie! ..." Platonov quickly interrupted her. "There's one thing: to hang myself..."
The same way out of here ... I'll get into a theatre, into a circus, into a corps de ballet ... but do you know, Jennechka, I'm drawn to the thieving trade the most, after all ... Daring, dangerous, hard, and somehow intoxicating ... It's drawing me! ... Don't you mind that I'm so respectable and modest, and can appear an educated young lady. I'm entirely, entirely different."
Say that I'm not well, that my head aches." "I have already told him, anyway, that Zociya had opened the door unsuccessfully and hit you on the head; and that you're lying down with a cold pack. But the only thing is, is it worth while, Jennechka?" "Whether it's worth while or not, that's not your business, Tamara," answered Jennka rudely.
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