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Maslova rose. "You are excited. If it is possible, I shall come again tomorrow; you think it over," said Nekhludoff. She gave him no answer and, without looking up, followed the jailer out of the room. "Well, lass, you'll have rare times now," Korableva said, when Maslova returned to the cell. "Seems he's mighty sweet on you; make the most of it while he's after you. He'll help you out.
On Sunday morning at five o'clock, when a whistle sounded in the corridor of the women's ward of the prison, Korableva, who was already awake, called Maslova. "Oh, dear! life again," thought Maslova, with horror, involuntarily breathing in the air that had become terribly noisome towards the morning.
"Why, are you going there?" she said, as if she did not know it, but joyously glancing at Nekhludoff. "I am going on the next train." Maslova was silent for a few moments; then sighed deeply. "Is it true, master, that twelve people have died from the heat?" said a churlish old woman in a hoarse voice. It was Korableva. "I don't know that twelve have died. I have seen two," said Nekhludoff.
"Do you hear that baggage?" whispered Korableva, drawing Maslova's attention to a strange sound proceeding from the other end of the room. This sound was the smothered sobbing of the red-haired woman.
"Never mind, girl. People manage to live in Siberia. As for you, you'll not be lost there either," Korableva said, trying to comfort her. "I know I'll not be lost; still it is hard. It's not such a fate I want I, who am used to a comfortable life." "Ah, one can't go against God," said Korableva, with a sigh. "One can't, my dear." "I know, granny. Still, it's hard." They were silent for a while.
Korableva accepted it, though she could not read, trusting to Khoroshavka, who knew everything, and who said that the slip of paper was worth 2 roubles 50 copecks, then climbed up to the ventilator, where she had hidden a small flask of vodka. Seeing this, the women whose places were further off went away.
"Others commit heaven knows what crimes, and they go scot free, while I must suffer for nothing." "Don't worry, girl. People live also in Siberia. You will not be lost even there," Korableva consoled her. "I know that I will not be lost, but it is painful to be treated that way. I deserved a better fate. I am used to a comfortable life."
The other seemingly only waited for this, for with an unexpected, quick movement of one hand she seized Korableva's hair and was about to strike her in the face with the other, when Korableva seized this hand. Maslova and Miss Dandy sprang up and took hold of the hands of the red-haired woman, endeavoring to release her hold on Korableva, but the hand that clutched the hair would not open.
One of the convicts outside had done something that produced this effect on the onlookers. "Lawks! see the shaved hound, what he's doing," said the red-haired woman, her whole fat body shaking with laughter; and leaning against the grating she shouted meaning less obscene words. "Ugh, the fat fright's cackling," said Korableva, who disliked the red-haired woman.
Theodosia asked, looking lovingly at Maslova with her clear, blue eyes. "This is for our tea," and she put the rolls on a shelf. "Why, surely he has not changed his mind about marrying?" asked Korableva. "No, he has not, but I don't wish to," said Maslova, "and so I told him." "More fool you!" muttered Korableva in her deep tones.
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