woamn

Updated: August 25, 2026

While up-stairs, in Marfa Timofyevna's room, by the light of a little lamp hanging before the tarnished old holy images, Lavretsky was sitting in a low chair, his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands; the old woamn, standing before him, now and then silently stroked his hair.

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev - A House of Gentlefolk