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Updated: May 5, 2025
Volodya Pavlov experienced a desire to look at the dancing; Tolpygin's head began to ache badly, and he asked Tamara to lead him somewhere where he might wash up; Petrovski, having "touched" Lichonin for three roubles on the quiet, went out into the corridor and only from there despatched the housekeeper Zociya for Little White Manka.
"Well, now, you go, Manka," Tamara ordered her mate, who, grown chill and pale from horror and aversion, was staring at the dead with widely open, limpid eyes. "Don't be afraid, you fool I'll go with you! Who's to go, if not you? "Well, am I ... well, am I? ..." babbled Little White Manka with barely moving lips. "Let's go. It's all the same to me..."
"Dispose yourself as you please, to your heart's content. A pleasant appetite to you." Manka locked the door on a hook after her and sat down on the German's knee, embracing him with her bare arm. "Are you here long?" he asked, sipping his beer.
Together with him came two of his ladies: Henrietta the eldest girl in years in the establishment of Anna Markovna, experienced, who had seen everything and had grown accustomed to everything, like an old horse on the tether of a threshing machine, the possessor of a thick bass, but still a handsome woman; and Big Manka, or Manka the Crocodile.
Jennie puts the tattered novel down on her stomach, throws the cigarette over Zoe's head, and says mockingly: "We know all about your quiet life. You chucked the infants into toilets. The Evil One is always snooping around your holy places." "I call forty. I had forty-six. Finished!" Little Manka exclaims excitedly and claps her palms. "I open with three."
It was a trifle lighter in the corridor; and, when the watchman had lowered his horrible burden to the floor, Tamara for a moment covered her face with her hands, while Manka turned away and began to cry. "If you need anything, say so," the watchman was instructing them.
You know the rates yourself: on time, at two roubles; for the night, at five." "All right, all right. On time," interrupted Jennka, flaring up. "Trust us in that, at least." The wine was brought. Tamara through importunity got pastry, besides. Jennka asked for permission to call in Little White Manka.
"You're lying about it all, you ham!" said the drunken Little White Manka suddenly, looking with hatred upon Egmont-Lavretzki. "She isn't whispering anything, but most peacefully sleeping with a man in your bed." "Be still, you w !" vociferated the actor beside himself; and seizing a bottle by the neck raised it high over his head. "Hold me, or else I'll brain this carrion.
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.
"But with old men it's still worse," says Little Manka in a tender voice, and slyly looks at Zoe. "What do you think, Zoinka?" Zoe, who had already finished playing, and was just about to yawn, now cannot in any way give rein to her yawns. She does not know whether she wants to be angry or to laugh. She has a steady visitor, some little old man in a high station, with perverted erotic habits.
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