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Updated: May 1, 2025
So rapidly did events take place in the Yamkas, in the house of Emma Edwardovna; and well nigh not a one of its inmates escaped a bloody, foul or disgraceful doom. The final, most grandiose, and at the same time most bloody calamity was the devastation committed on the Yamkas by soldiers.
Even to this day, after a lapse of ten years, the erstwhile inhabitants of the Yamkas recall that year, abounding in unhappy, foul, bloody events, which began with a series of trifling, small affrays, but terminated in the administration's, one fine day, taking and destroying completely the ancient, long-warmed nest of legalized prostitution, which nest it had itself created scattering its remains over the hospitals, jails and streets of the big city.
A long, long time ago, long before the railroads, the stage-drivers both government and private used to live, from generation to generation, at the very farthest confine of a large southern city. And that is why the entire region was called the Yamskaya Sloboda the Stage-drivers' Borough; or simply Yamskaya, or Yamkas Little Ditches, or, shorter still, Yama The Pit.
Lichonin noticed this, understood, sensed the thoroughly agitated soul of the girl, and came to her aid. He sternly, almost rudely, stopped Soloviev. "Perfectly correct, Soloviev. As in a directory. Liubka from the Yamkas. Formerly a prostitute. Even more, still yesterday a prostitute. But from to-day my friend, my sister. And so let everyone, who respects me to any extent, regard her.
There was Tolpygin, Ramses, a certain sub-professor Yarchenko Borya Sobashnikov, and others ... I don't recall. We had been boat-riding the whole evening, then dived into a publican's, and only after that, like swine, started for the Yamkas. I, you know, am a very abstemious man. I only sat and soaked up cognac, like a sponge, with a certain reporter I know.
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.
This isn't a comrade in a petticoat, but ... simply, I was just now with my colleagues ... that is, I wasn't, but just dropped in for a minute with my friends into the Yamkas, to Anna Markovna ..." "With whom?" asked Nijeradze, becoming animated. "Well, isn't it all the same to you, prince?
And a month after only the name reminded one of merry Yamskaya Street; of the riotous, scandalous, horrible Yamkas. However, even the name of the street was soon replaced by another, more respectable one, in order to efface even the memory of the former unpardonable times.
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