tveryakov

Updated: May 13, 2025

Tveryakov rocked his head as if he had been struck on the back. Rybin uttered a peculiar cluck, and regarded Nikolay attentively. The officer threw up his head, screwed up his eyes, and fixed them for a second upon the pockmarked, mottled, immobile face. His fingers began to turn the leaves of the books still more rapidly. His face was yellow and pale; he twisted his lips continually.

Maksim Gorky - Mother

Two other men came in from the porch: the old smelter Tveryakov and his lodger, the stoker Rybin, a staid, dark-colored peasant. He said in a thick, loud voice: "Good evening, Nilovna." She dressed herself, all the while speaking to herself in a low voice, so as to give herself courage: "What sort of a thing is this? They come at night. People are asleep and they come "

Maksim Gorky - Mother