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Updated: June 3, 2025
Grunting, but still with an ease amazing in one of his age, he lifted up the corpse of Jennka by the feet, and threw it upon his back with the head down, as though it were a carcass of meat, or a bag of potatoes.
"I am going," said Jennka. "Don't you knuckle down too much before her, and Simeon too. Abuse them for all you're worth. It's daytime now, and they won't dare do anything to you. If anything happens, tell them straight that, now, you're going to the governor immediately and are going to tell on them. Tell 'em, that they'll be closed up and put out of town in twenty-four hours.
The self-respecting Jennka was hiding her face in Rovinskaya's dress; Little White Manka was sitting meekly on a chair, her face covered with a handkerchief; Tamara, with elbow propped on her knee and head bowed on the palm of her hand, was intently looking down, while Simeon the porter, who had been looking in against any emergency, only opened his eyes wide in amazement.
Now, in the yellow, trembling light of the candles, the face of Jennka became more clearly visible. The lividness had almost gone off it, remaining only here and there on the temples, on the nose, and between the eyes, in party-coloured, uneven, serpentine spots. Between the parted dark lips slightly glimmered the whiteness of the teeth, and the tip of the bitten tongue was still visible.
"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.
The half-clad Kolya suddenly dropped his dressing, sat down on the bed near Jennka and, covering his face with his palms, burst into tears; sincerely, altogether like a child...
Jennka suddenly turned away from her, pressed her face against the angle of the window frame and suddenly burst into bitter, searing tears the tears of wrath and vengefulness and at the same time she spoke, gasping and quivering: "Because ... because ... Because God has sent me especial luck: I am sick there where, in all probability, no doctor can see.
My human dignity cannot reconcile itself to this. But guilty in all that has happened, and therefore in my death as well, am I alone; for that I, obeying a momentary bestial inclination, took a woman without love, for money. For that reason have I earned the punishment which I myself lay upon me..." "I am sorry for him..." added Platonov quietly. Jennka dilated her nostrils.
His hands were shaking, and his under jaw jumped so that the lower teeth knocked against the upper; while Jennka was speaking with bowed head: "Listen, Kolya, it's your good fortune that you've run across an honest woman; another wouldn't have spared you. Do you hear that?
"Drop the silly stuff, Jennechka. I came about the passport." "So-o. About the passport," Jennka went into thought. "That is, there's no passport here, but you must take a blank from the housekeeper. You understand, our usual prostitute's blank; and then they'll exchange it for you for a real book at the station house. Only you see, my dear, I will be but ill help to you in this business.
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