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Had there been money, and had a good lawyer that's up to their tricks been hired, they'd have acquitted her, no fear," said Korableva. "There's what's-his-name that hairy one with the long nose. He'd bring you out clean from pitch, mum, he would. Ah, if we'd only had him!" "Him, indeed," said Khoroshavka. "Why, he won't spit at you for less than a thousand roubles."
"Mind you don't get it again," Korableva replied, also adding words of abuse, and both were quiet again. "Had I not been stopped I'd have pulled your damned eyes out," again began the red-haired one, and an answer of the same kind followed from Korableva. Then again a short interval and more abuse.
They locked us up here for nothing, while the villain is living with another man's wife and sits around in dram-shops." "That's wrong!" affirmed Korableva. "I will tell him yes, I will," answered Maslova. "Suppose we have a drink, for courage?" she added, winking one eye. Korableva poured out half a cup for her. Maslova drank it and wiped her mouth.
"Well, has he changed his mind about marrying you?" asked Korableva. "No, he has not, but I do not wish to," answered Maslova, "and I told him so." "What a fool!" said Korableva, in her basso voice. "What is the good of marrying if they cannot live together?" asked Theodosia. "Is not your husband going with you?" answered the watch-woman. "We are legally married," said Theodosia.
The fighting women were separated; and Korableva, taking out the bits of torn hair from her head, and the red-haired one, holding her torn chemise together over her yellow breast, began loudly to complain. "I know, it's all the vodka. Wait a bit; I'll tell the inspector tomorrow. He'll give it you. Can't I smell it?
Khoroshevka related how Schegloff had been flogged, and never uttered a sound. Then Theodosia put away the tea things, and Korableva and the watchman's wife took up their sewing. Maslova sat down on the bedstead, with her arms round her knees, dull and depressed. She was about to lie down and try to sleep, when the woman warder called her into the office to see a visitor.
"You can do nothing against God's will," Korableva said, with a sigh. "You can do nothing against His will." "I know, auntie, but it is hard, nevertheless." They became silent. "Listen to that wanton," said Korableva, calling Maslova's attention to the strange sounds that came from the other end of the cell. These sounds were the suppressed sobbing of the red-haired woman.
Of the three women who were sewing, one, Korableva, was the one who had given Maslova the instructions when the latter left the cell. She was a tall, strong woman, with a frowning, gloomy face, all wrinkled, a bag of skin hanging under her chin, a short braid of light hair, turning gray at the temples, and a hairy wart on her cheek.
Korableva, Miss Dandy, Theodosia and Maslova, flushed and animated, for they had already partaken of vodka which Maslova now had in abundance, were sitting in their corner, talking of the same thing. "Why, he has not misbehaved," Korableva said of Vasilieff, biting off a piece of sugar with her strong teeth. "He only sided with a comrade. Fighting, you know, is not allowed nowadays."
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