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Updated: June 29, 2025
I haven't had one since the spring. Wouldn't you like to come to the bathing-shed? And meanwhile our things will be got ready." Pretty Pelagueya, dainty and sweet, brought towels and soap, and Aliokhin led his guests to the bathing-shed. "Yes," he said, "it is a long time since I had a bath. My bathing-shed is all right, as you see. My father and I put it up, but somehow I have no time to bathe."
"Why, of course," answered the Little Russian. When Natasha put on her wraps in the kitchen, the mother said to her: "Your stockings are too thin for this time of the year. Let me knit some woolen ones for you, will you, please?" "Thank you, Pelagueya Nilovna. Woolen stockings scratch," Natasha answered, smiling. "I'll make them so they won't scratch."
His wife wept a little and quietly; Pavel did not weep at all. The villagers who met the funeral in the street stopped, crossed themselves, and said to one another: "Guess Pelagueya is glad he died!" And some corrected: "He didn't die; he rotted away like a beast."
And the floor is filled with frozen cockroaches, and even the mice are frozen, too, I suppose. Pelagueya Nilovna, will you let me sleep here to-night, please?" he asked hoarsely without looking at her. "Why, of course, Nikolay! You needn't even ask it!" the mother quickly replied. She felt embarrassed and ill at ease in Nikolay's presence, and did not know what to speak to him about.
And the mere fact of sitting in the drawing-room where everything the lamp with its coloured shade, the chairs, and the carpet under their feet told how the very people who now looked down at them from their frames once walked, and sat and had tea there, and the fact that pretty Pelagueya was near was much better than any story.
"Let me introduce you: Seryozha Pelagueya Nilovna, the mother of the workingman whom they sentenced yesterday." Seryozha bowed silently and pressed the mother's hand. Then he brought in bread, and sat down to the table. Liudmila persuaded the mother not to go home until they found out whom the police were waiting for there. "Maybe they are waiting for you. I'm sure they'll examine you."
One evening Marya Korsunova rapped at the window from the street, and when the mother opened it, she said in a loud whisper: "Now, take care, Pelagueya; the boys have gotten themselves into a nice mess! It's been decided to make a search to-night in your house, and Mazin's and Vyesovshchikov's "
Dear Grandpapa, I can't bear this any more, it'll kill me... I wanted to run away to our village, but I have no boots, and I was afraid of the frost, and when I grow up I'll look after you, no one shall harm you, and when you die I'll pray for the repose of your soul, just like I do for mamma Pelagueya.
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