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"Roly-Poly, say something still funnier, in verse," begged Verka. And at once, obediently, having placed himself in a funny pose, he began to declaim: "Many stars are in the bright sky, But to count them there's no way. Yes, the wind whispers there can be, But there really is no way. Blossoming now are burdocks, Now sing out the birds called cocks."
And there was nothing fearful to Verka in this impending death. "Well, now, is it better to croak just so, under a fence? But here it's together with your dearie! At least a sweet death! ..." And she frantically kissed her clerk, laughed, and with dishevelled, curly hair, with sparkling eyes, was prettier than she had ever been. The final triumphal moment arrived at last.
"It's impossible," answered Dilectorsky sombrely. "The cursed money! ... Which is dearer honour or life?!" "My dear..." "Don't speak, don't speak, Annetta!" This is decided!" "Oh, if only I could help you!" exclaimed Verka woefully. "Why, I'd give my life away ... Every drop of blood! ..." "What is life?" Dilectorsky shook his head with an actor's despondence.
In a short while Kolya became accustomed to it; grew bolder, became familiarized with woman, and rejoiced very much over the fact that when he came into the establishment, all the girls, and Verka before all, would call out: "Jennechka, your lover has come!" It was pleasant, in relating this to his comrades, to be plucking at an imaginary moustache.
Take me!" "Loony!" said the blue-eyed, spry Verka in a positive and unexpectedly contralto voice: "Loony." "No, why?" suddenly retorted the kindly and modest Tamara. "Not crazy at all, but simply, like all men, a libertine. At home it's tiresome for him, while here for his money he can receive whatever pleasure he desires. That's plain, it seems?"
While two weeks after the death of Verka, the naive, sportful, meek, brawling Little White Manka perished as well. During one of the general, clamourous brawls, usual in the Yamkas, in an enormous affray, some one killed her, hitting her with a heavy empty bottle over the head. And the murderer remained undiscovered to the last.
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