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At twelve o'clock she descended in a cab into the old town; rode through it into a little narrow street giving out upon a square where fairs were held; and stopped near a rather dirty tea-room, having ordered the cabby to wait. In the room she made inquiries of a boy, red-haired, with a badger hair-cut and the parting slicked down with butter, if Senka the Depot had not come here?
Of course my mother couldn't do anything she's too old and whatever brother Senka says is law for her! But why couldn't he let me know? He sent a telegram, they say. What's the good of a telegram? It frightened my aunt so that she sent it back to the office unopened, and there it's been ever since! It's only thanks to Konief that I heard at all; he wrote me all about it.
"He's sleeping," answered Tamara, just as quietly. "Look and here are the keys." They passed together into the study with the fireproof safe. Having looked over the lock with the aid of a flashlight, Senka swore in a low voice: "The devil take him, the old animal! ... I just knew that it would be a lock with a combination.
"Why do you need this, my dearie?" "Isn't it all the same to you, you fool? ... For the funeral." "Oh! Well, all right then!" sighed Senka. "Then I'd best bring it to you myself in the evening ... Right, Tamarochka? ... It's so very hard for me to stand it without you! Oh, my dearie, how I'd kiss and kiss you; I wouldn't let you close your eyes! ... Shan't I come? ..."
"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?
I've often laughed over your being in love with your thief Senka. But here, now, I'll say that of all the men the most decent is a thief or a murderer. He doesn't hide the fact that he loves a girlie, and, if need be, will commit a crime for her a theft or a murder. But these the rest of them! All lying, falsehood, petty cunning, depravity on the sly.
Then she took the lit candle, and, having placed it on the window sill giving out upon the street, went out into the entrance hall and began to listen, until she heard light steps on the stairs. Almost without a sound she opened the door and let in Senka, dressed like a real gentleman, with a brand new leather hand-bag in his hands. "Ready?" asked the thief in a whisper.
"And it's Siberia for sacrilege, isn't it?" "Undoubtedly so; Siberia, of course!" "They will think that I'm still ill," continued Rogojin to the prince, "but I sloped off quietly, seedy as I was, took the train and came away. Aha, brother Senka, you'll have to open your gates and let me in, my boy!
For a long time nothing was heard of them until, a year later, Senka was caught in Moscow in a large theft, and gave Tamara away during the interrogation. They were both tried and sentenced to imprisonment. Following Tamara came the turn of the naive, trusting, and amorous Verka.
Wind things up as soon as you can!" "And I will wind 'em up! Wait one little week more, dearie! Did you get the powders?" "The powders are a trifle!" discontentedly answered Senka. "And it isn't powders at all, but pills." "And you're sure when you say that they'll dissolve at once in water?" "Sure, I saw it myself." "But he won't die? Listen, Senya: he won't die? Is that right?..."
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