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Updated: June 3, 2025
And it was just here at Anna Markovna's that he had come to know woman for the first time the very same Jennka. The fall of innocent souls in houses of ill-fame, or with street solitaries, is fulfilled far more frequently than it is usually thought.
"And now I will infect him right away, just like all the others," pondered Jennka, gliding with a deep gaze over his well-made legs, his handsome torso of a future athlete, and over his arms, thrown back, upon which, above the bend of the elbow, the muscles tautened bulging, firm. "Why, then, am I so sorry for him? Or is it because he is such a good-looking little fellow? No.
Many people, who have happened to see suicides a few hours before their horrible death, say that in their visages in those fateful hours before death they have noticed some enigmatic, mysterious, incomprehensible allurement. And all who saw Jennka on this night, and on the next day for a few hours, for long, intently and in wonder, kept their gaze upon her.
At this time there are no people there at all, and there's even a tiny little stall, a sort of a private room; that will be just the thing for you and me. Let's go! Perhaps you'll also have a bite of something." "No. I won't eat," answered Jennka hoarsely, "and I won't detain you for long...a few minutes. I have to talk things over, have some advice but I haven't anybody."
And so now, after the sudden death of Roly-Poly, and the suicide of Jennka which followed the next day, she, with her unconsciously penetrating soul foreguessed that fate which had been favouring her house of ill-fame, sending her good fortunes, turning away all under-water shoals was now getting ready to turn its back upon her. And she was the first to retreat.
And she was right: immediately right after the death of Jennka some fearful curse seemed to hang over the house, formerly Anna Markovna Shaibes', but now Emma Edwardovna Titzner's: deaths, misfortunes, scandals just simply descended upon it ceaselessly, becoming constantly more frequent, on the manner of bloody events in Shakespeare's tragedies; as, however, was the case at all the remaining houses of the Yamas as well.
"And yet, even though she has dressed herself simply," reflected Platonov, looking at her from a distance with his habitually puckered eyes, "and yet, every man will walk past, give a look, and inevitably look back three or four times; he'll feel the especial tone at once." "Howdy do, Jennka! Very glad to see you," he said cordially, squeezing the girl's hand. "There, now, I didn't expect it!"
She began to twirl round and round, to clap her palms, and called out: "Jennka, Jennka, come quicker, your little lover has come to you ... The little cadet ... And what a handsome little fellow!" But Jennka was not in the drawing room at this time; a stout head-conductor had already managed to get hold of her.
Manka the Crocodile even often said of herself: "I have gone through fire and water and pipes of brass ... Nothing will stick to me any more." Jennka, since morning, was meek and pensive. She presented to Little White Manka a golden bracelet; a medallion upon a thin little chain with her photograph; and a silver neck crucifix.
And, burying her face in her arms, which had sunk on the table, she began to sob inaudibly. And again no one took the liberty of putting any question to her. Only Jennka grew pale from wrath and bit her lower lip so that a row of white spots was left upon it. "Yes," she said; "here, now, I understand Tamara. You hear, Tamara, I apologize before you.
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