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over her dress。  In the darkness I could make out only her brown
dress; and the kerchiefs on her head and neck。  She was short in
stature; as is often the case with the prematurely born; with small
feet; and a comparatively broad and awkward figure。

〃We're waiting for you; you carrion。  Get along; what do you mean by
it?  I'll give it to you!〃 shouted the policeman。  He was evidently
tired; and he had had too much of her。  She advanced a few paces; and
again halted。

The little old porter; a good…natured fellow (I know him); tugged at
her hand。  〃Here; I'll teach you to stop!  On with you!〃 he repeated;
as though in anger。  She staggered; and began to talk in a discordant
voice。  At every sound there was a false note; both hoarse and
whining。

〃Come now; you're shoving again。  I'll get there some time!〃

She stopped and then went on。  I followed them。

〃You'll freeze;〃 said the porters

〃The likes of us don't freeze:  I'm hot。〃

She tried to jest; but her words sounded like scolding。  She halted
again under the lantern which stands not far from our house; and
leaned against; almost hung over; the fence; and began to fumble for
something among her skirts; with benumbed and awkward hands。  Again
they shouted at her; but she muttered something and did something。
In one hand she held a cigarette bent into a bow; in the other a
match。  I paused behind her; I was ashamed to pass her; and I was
ashamed to stand and look on。  But I made up my mind; and stepped
forward。  Her shoulder was lying against the fence; and against the
fence it was that she vainly struck the match and flung it away。  I
looked in her face。  She was really a person prematurely born; but;
as it seemed to me; already an old woman。  I credited her with thirty
years。  A dirty hue of face; small; dull; tipsy eyes; a button…like
nose; curved moist lips with drooping corners; and a short wisp of
harsh hair escaping from beneath her kerchief; a long flat figure;
stumpy hands and feet。  I paused opposite her。  She stared at me; and
burst into a laugh; as though she knew all that was going on in my
mind。

I felt that it was necessary to say something to her。  I wanted to
show her that I pitied her。

〃Are your parents alive?〃 I inquired。

She laughed hoarsely; with an expression which said; 〃he's making up
queer things to ask。〃

〃My mother is;〃 said she。  〃But what do you want?〃

〃And how old are you?〃

〃Sixteen;〃 said she; answering promptly to a question which was
evidently customary。

〃Come; march; you'll freeze; you'll perish entirely;〃 shouted the
policeman; and she swayed away from the fence; and; staggering along;
she went down Khamovnitchesky Lane to the police…station; and I
turned to the wicket; and entered the house; and inquired whether my
daughters had returned。  I was told that they had been to an evening
party; had had a very merry time; had come home; and were in bed。

Next morning I wanted to go to the station…house to learn what had
been done with this unfortunate woman; and I was preparing to go out
very early; when there came to see me one of those unlucky noblemen;
who; through weakness; have dropped from the gentlemanly life to
which they are accustomed; and who alternately rise and fall。  I had
been acquainted with this man for three years。  In the course of
those three years; this man had several times made way with every
thing that he had; and even with all his clothes; the same thing had
just happened again; and he was passing the nights temporarily in the
Rzhanoff house; in the night…lodging section; and he had come to me
for the day。  He met me as I was going out; at the entrance; and
without listening to me he began to tell me what had taken place in
the Rzhanoff house the night before。  He began his narrative; and did
not half finish it; all at once (he is an old man who has seen men
under all sorts of aspects) he burst out sobbing; and flooded has
countenance with tears; and when he had become silent; turned has
face to the wall。  This is what he told me。  Every thing that he
related to me was absolutely true。  I authenticated his story on the
spot; and learned fresh particulars which I will relate separately。

In that night…lodging house; on the lower floor; in No。 32; in which
my friend had spent the night; among the various; ever…changing
lodgers; men and women; who came together there for five kopeks;
there was a laundress; a woman thirty years of age; light…haired;
peaceable and pretty; but sickly。  The mistress of the quarters had a
boatman lover。  In the summer her lover kept a boat; and in the
winter they lived by letting accommodations to night…lodgers:  three
kopeks without a pillow; five kopeks with a pillow。

The laundress had lived there for several months; and was a quiet
woman; but latterly they had not liked her; because she coughed and
prevented the women from sleeping。  An old half…crazy woman eighty
years old; in particular; also a regular lodger in these quarters;
hated the laundress; and imbittered the latter's life because she
prevented her sleeping; and cleared her throat all night like a
sheep。  The laundress held her peace; she was in debt for her
lodgings; and was conscious of her guilt; and therefore she was bound
to be quiet。  She began to go more and more rarely to her work; as
her strength failed her; and therefore she could not pay her
landlady; and for the last week she had not been out to work at all;
and had only poisoned the existence of every one; especially of the
old woman; who also did not go out; with her cough。  Four days before
this; the landlady had given the laundress notice to leave the
quarters:  the latter was already sixty kopeks in debt; and she
neither paid them; nor did the landlady foresee any possibility of
getting them; and all the bunks were occupied; and the women all
complained of the laundress's cough。

When the landlady gave the laundress notice; and told her that she
must leave the lodgings if she did not pay up; the old woman rejoiced
and thrust the laundress out of doors。  The laundress departed; but
returned in an hour; and the landlady had not the heart to put her
out again。  And the second and the third day; she did not turn her
out。  〃Where am I to go?〃 said the laundress。  But on the third day;
the landlady's lover; a Moscow man; who knew the regulations and how
to manage; sent for the police。  A policeman with sword and pistol on
a red cord came to the lodgings; and with courteous words he led the
laundress into the street。

It was a clear; sunny; but freezing March day。  The gutters were
flowing; the house…porters were picking at the ice。  The cabman's
sleigh jolted over the icy snow; and screeched over the stones。  The
laundress walked up the street on the sunny side; went to the church;
and seated herself at the entrance; still on the sunny side。  But
when the sun began to sink behind the houses; the puddles began to be
skimmed over with a glass of frost; and the laundress grew cold and
wretched。  She rose; and dragged herself 。 。 。 whither?  Home; to the
only home where she had lived so long。  While she was on her way;
resting at times; dusk descended。  She approached the gates; turned
in; slipped; groaned and fell。

One man came up; and then another。  〃She must be drunk。〃  Another man
came up; and stumbled over the laundress; and said to the potter:
〃What drunken woman is this wallowing at your gate?  I came near
breaking my head over her; take her away; won't you?〃

The porter came。  The laundress was dead。  This is what my friend
told me。  It may be thought that I have wilfully mixed up facts;I
encounter a prostitute of fifteen; and the story of this laundress。
But let no one imagine this; it is exactly what happened in the
course of one night (only I do not remember which) in March; 1884。
And so; after hearing my friend's tale; I went to the station…house;
with the intention of proceeding thence to the Rzhanoff house to
inquire more minutely into the history of the laundress。  The weather
was very beautiful and sunny; and again; through the stars of the
night…frost; water was to be seen trickling in the shade; and in the
glare

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