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Updated: July 3, 2025
Jennka herself did not drink, did not get up from the bed, and all the time muffled herself up in a gray shawl of Orenburg manufacture, although it was hot in the room. She looked fixedly, without tearing her eyes away, at the handsome, sunburned face of Gladishev, which had become so manly. Orenburg has as high a reputation for woolens as Sheffield has for steel. Trans.
If Jennka had said "No" she would have remained in the room, but Jennka did not say anything and even shut her eyes deliberately. Vanda obediently went out of the room. Jennka suddenly threw the old, tattered book behind her. Her brown eyes flared up with a real golden fire. "You're wrong in despising this general," said she. "I've known worse Ethiopians.
Jennka wrathfully stamped her foot and tore in half the batiste handkerchief which she had been nervously crumpling in her hands. "No! Not for anything! I won't infect any one of you. You may have noticed yourself, that during the last weeks I don't dine at the common table, and that I wash and wipe the dishes myself.
And then, when I seemed to him altogether like a dead woman, he'd throw himself upon me." Little White Manka suddenly exclaimed: "It's the truth you're telling, Jennka! I had a certain old bugger, too. He made me pretend all the time that I was an innocent girl, so's I'd cry and scream. But, Jennechka, though you're the smartest one of us, yet I'll bet you won't guess who he was ..."
Emma Edwardovna was the first to find the note that Jennka had left on her night table. On a sheet, torn out of the income-expense book, compulsory for every prostitute, in pencil, in a naive, rounded, childish handwriting by which, however, it could be judged that the hands of the suicide had not trembled during the last minutes was written: "I beg that no one be blamed for my death.
Jennka whispered something into her ear. "Why, that's a silly trifle," said Rovinskaya. "A few months of treatment and it will all go away." "No, no, no ... I want to make all of them diseased. Let them all rot and croak." "Ah, my dear," said Rovinskaya, "I would not do that in your place."
"Senka that's a horse of another colour; the heart of woman is foolish, inconsistent ... Can it possibly live without love? And even so, I don't love him, but just so ... a self-deception ... But, however, I shall be in very great need of Senka soon." Jennka suddenly grew animated and looked at her friend with curiosity. "But how did you come to get stuck right here, in this hole?
They also were met very cordially, just like Karl Karlovich of the optical shop and Volodka of the fish store with raptures, cries and kisses, flattering to their self-esteem. The spry Niurka would jump out into the foyer, and, having informed herself as to who had come, would report excitedly, after her wont: "Jennka, your husband has come!" Or: "Little Manka, your lover has come!"
And all of the remaining houses on the deserted street, desolated as though after a pestilence, were closed as well. With a contracting heart Lichonin pulled the bell-handle. A maid, barefooted, with skirt caught up, with a wet rag in her hand, with face striped from dirt, answered the bell she had just been washing the floor. "I'd like to see Jennka," timidly requested Lichonin.
With difficulty tearing the supple arms of Jennie away from him, and pushing her away, he said, laughing, having turned red and breathing hard: "There's a temperament for you! Oh, you Messalina Paphnutievna! ... They call you Jennka, I think? You're a good-looking little rascal." Platonov returned with Pasha. Pasha was pitiful and revolting to look at.
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