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Updated: May 5, 2025
One after the other, with haughty gaits, into the drawing room enter: Tamara, with bare white arms and bared neck, wound with a string of artificial pearls; fat Kitty with her fleshy, quadrangular face and low forehead she, too, is in decollete, but her skin is red and in goose-pimples; Nina, the very newest one, pug-nosed and clumsy, in a dress the colour of a green parrot; another Manka Big Manka, or Manka the Crocodile, as they call her, and the last Sonka the Rudder, a Jewess, with an ugly dark face and an extraordinarily large nose, precisely for which she has received her nickname, but with such magnificent large eyes, at the same time meek and sad, burning and humid, as, among the women of all the terrestrial globe, are to be found only among the Jewesses.
And at once she ran to the door, opened it and called out: "Housekeeper!" "Tell you what, housekeeper dear," Jennka directed, "go and find out, please, which one of them is free Tamara or Little White Manka. And the one that's free send here." Kolya growled out something in the back, but Jennka purposely did not listen to him.
"He complains about you: 'This, he says, 'is no woman, but some log of wood, a piece of ice. I sent him Pashka." "Eh, what a disgusting man!" Manka puckered up her face and spat aside. "Butts in with his conversations. Asks: 'Do you feel when I kiss you? Do you feel a pleasant excitement? An old hound. 'I'll take you, he says, 'and set you up!"
And give a look, girlies, why, she's all wet. Oh, what a booby! Well! Lively! Undress yourself! Little White Manka, or you, Tamarochka, give her dry drawers, warm stockings and slippers. Well, now," she turned to Liubka, "tell us, you idiot, all that happened to you!"
"If you want to dress the deceased as is fitting, then we can get everything that's required cloth of gold, a little wreath, a little image, a shroud, gauze we keep everything ... You can buy a thing or two in, clothing ... Slippers, too, now..." Tamara gave him money and went out into the air, letting Manka go in front of her.
Niurka answered him, starting to speak in a rapid, jerky whisper: "Roly-Poly just came here...Gave Manka the candy, and then started in to put Armenian riddles to us...'Of a blue colour, hangs in the parlor and whistles'...We couldn't guess nohow, but he says: 'A herring'...Suddenly he started laughing, had a coughing spell, and began falling sideways; and then bang on the ground and don't move...They sent for the police...Lord, there's doings for you! ... I'm horribly afraid of corpseses!"
You know yourself... We had to put away twenty-five versts a day. The whole day drilling and drilling: field, formation, garrison. With a full pack. Used to get so fagged out from morning to night that towards evening you couldn't feel your legs under you... We were at the manoeuvres also... It isn't sweet..." "Oh, you poor little things!" Little White Manka suddenly clasped her hands.
I, who was shaking with fear, cannot now well remember all that followed, after Manaia headed our canoe for the shore, and tried to escape, but suddenly, it seemed to me, the white man's boat, with flapping sail, was upon as, and Manka was laughing loudly. "Ho, ho!" he cried, pulling his long white moustache, "so this is the way the wind bloweth!
We are fallen, but we don't lie and don't pretend, but you all fall, and lie to boot. Think it over for yourself; now in whose favour is this difference?" "Bravo, Tamarochka, that's the way to serve them!" shouted Manka, without getting up from the floor; dishevelled, fair, curly, resembling at this moment a thirteen-year-old girl. "Now, now!" urged Jennka as well, flashing with her flaming eyes.
Manka has on a brown, very modest dress, with black apron and pleated black bib; this dress is very becoming to her dainty, fair little head and small stature; it makes her younger and gives her the appearance of a high-school undergraduate. Her partner Pasha is a very queer and unhappy girl.
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