It was a narrow, stuffy4 life we lived in that stone cage beneath the low and heavy rafters covered with soot5 and cobwebs. It was a grievous evil life we lived within those thick walls, plastered over with patches of dirt and mould.... We rose at five o'clock in the morning, without having had our sleep out, and—stupid and indifferent—at six o'clock we were sitting behind the table to make biscuits from dough already prepared for us by our comrades while we were still sleeping. And the whole day, from early morning to ten o'clock at night, some of us sat at the table kneading the yeasty dough and rocking to and fro so as not to get benumbed, while the others mixed the flour with water. And all day long, dreamily and wearily, the boiling water hummed in the cauldron where the biscuits were steamed, and the shovel6 of the baker7 rasped swiftly and evilly upon our ears from beneath the oven as often as it flung down baked bits of dough on the burning bricks. From morning to evening, in one corner of the stove, they burned wood, and the red reflection of the flames flickered8 on the wall of the workshop as if silently laughing at us. The huge stove was like the misshapen head of some fairy-tale monster—it seemed to stick out from under the ground, opening its wide throat full of bright fire, breathing hotly upon us, and regarding our endless labour with its two black vent10-holes just over its forehead. Those two deep cavities were like eyes—the passionless and pitiless eyes of a monster; they always regarded us with one and the same sort of dark look, as if they were weary of looking at their slaves and, not expecting anything human from us, despised us with the cold contempt of worldly wisdom.
From day to day in tormenting12 dust, in dirt brought in by our feet from the yard, in a dense13 malodorous steaming vapour, we kneaded dough and made biscuits, moistening them with our sweat, and we hated our work with a bitter hatred14; we never ate of that which came forth15 from our hands, preferring black bread to the biscuits. Sitting behind the long table, face to face with each other, nine over against nine, we mechanically used our arms and fingers during the long hours, and were so accustomed to our work that we no longer noticed our own movements. And we had examined one another so thoroughly16 that everyone of us knew all the wrinkles in the faces of his comrades. We had nothing to talk about, so we got accustomed to talking about nothing, and were silent the whole time unless we quarrelled—there is always a way to make a man quarrel, especially if he be a comrade. But it was rarely that we even quarrelled—how can a man be up to much if he is half dead, if he is like a figure-head, if his feelings are blunted by grievous labour? But silence is only a terror and a torture to those who have already said all they have to say and can say no more; but for people who have not begun to find their voices, silence is simple and easy.... Sometimes, however, we sang; it came about in this way. One of us in the midst of his work would suddenly whinny like a tired horse and begin to croon very softly one of those protracted17 ditties, the sadly caressing18 motif19 of which always lightens the heaviness of the singer's soul. One of us would begin singing, I say, and the rest would, at first, merely listen to his lonely song, and beneath the heavy roof of the cellar his song would flicker9 and die out like a tiny camp-fire in the steppe on a grey autumn night when the grey sky hangs over the earth like a leaden roof. Presently the first singer would be joined by another, and then two voices, softly and sadly, would float upwards20 from the stifling21 heat of our narrow ditch. And then, suddenly, several voices together would lay hold of the song, and the song would swell22 forth like a wave, and become stronger and more sonorous23, and seem to amplify24 the heavy grey walls of our stony25 prison.
And so it came about that the whole six-and-twenty of us would find ourselves singing—our sustained, sonorous concert would fill the work-room, and the song would seem not to have room enough therein. It would beat against the stone wall, wail26, weep, stir within the benumbed heart the sensation of a gentle tickling27 ache, re-open old wounds in it, and awake it to anguish28. The singers would sigh deeply and heavily; one of them would unexpectedly break off his own song and listen to the singing of his comrades, and then his voice would blend once more with the common billow of sound. Another of us, perhaps, would utter an anguished29 "Ah!" and then continue singing with fast-closed eyes. No doubt the broad dense wave of sound presented itself to his mind as a road stretching far, far away—a broad road lit up by the bright sun, with he himself walking along that road.
And all the time the flame of the furnace was flickering30 and the baker's shovel was harshly scraping the brick floor, and the boiling water was humming in the cauldron, and the reflection of the fire was quivering on the wall and laughing at us noiselessly.... And we were wailing31 forth in the words of others our dull misery32, the heavy anguish of living beings deprived of the sun, the anguish of slaves. Thus we lived, twenty-six of us, in the cellar of a large stone house, and life was as grievous to us as if all the three upper storeys of this house had been built right upon our very shoulders.
But, besides the singing, we had one other good thing—a thing we set great store by and which, possibly, stood to us in the place of sunshine. In the second storey of our house was a gold-embroidery factory, and amongst the numerous factory girls employed there was a damsel sixteen years old, Tanya by name. Every morning she would come to the little window pierced through the door in the wall of our workshop, and pressing against it her tiny rosy33 face, with its merry blue eyes, would cry to us with a musical, friendly voice: "Poor little prisoners! give me some little biscuits!"
All of us would instantly turn round at the familiar sound of that bright voice, and gaze good-naturedly and joyously34 at the pure virginal little face smiling upon us so gloriously. It became a usual and very pleasant thing for us to see the little nose pressed against the window-pane, to see the tiny white teeth gleaming from under the rosy lips parted by a smile. There would then be a general rush to open the door, each one trampling35 upon his fellows in his haste, and then in she would come, always so bright and pleasant, and stand before us, her head perched a little on one side, holding up her apron36 and smiling all the time. The long thick locks of her chestnut37 hair, falling across her shoulders, lay upon her breast. We dirty, grimy, misshapen wretches38 stood there looking up at her—the threshold of the door was four steps above the level of the floor—we had to raise our heads to look at her, we would wish her good morning, and would address her in especial language—the words seemed to come to us expressly for her and for her alone. When we conversed39 with her our voices were gentler than usual, and our jests were less rough. We had quite peculiar40 and different manners—and all for her. The baker would take out of the oven a shovelful41 of the ruddiest, best toasted biscuits, and skilfully42 fling them into Tanya's apron.
"Take care you don't fall into the clutches of the master!" we would always caution her. And she, roguishly laughing, would call to us: "Good-bye, little prisoners," and vanish as quickly as a little mouse.
Only—long after her departure, we would talk pleasantly about her among ourselves; we always said the same thing, and we said it late and early, because she and we and everything around us was always the same early and late. It is a heavy torment11 for a man to live where everything around him is unchanging, and if this does not kill the soul within him, the longer he lives the more tormenting will the immobility of his environment become. We always spoke43 of women in such a way that sometimes it went against the grain with us to listen to our own coarse, shameful44 speeches, and it will be understood that the sort of women we knew were unworthy to be alluded46 to in any other way. But we never spoke ill of Tanya. None of us ever permitted himself to lay so much as a finger upon her; nay47, more, she never heard a loose jest from any of us. Possibly this was because she never remained very long with us: she twinkled before our eyes like a star falling from heaven and vanished; but, possibly also, it was because she was so tiny and so very pretty, and everything beautiful awakens49 respect for it even in coarse people. And there was something else. Although our prison-like labour had made dull brutes50 of us, for all that we were still human beings, and, like all human beings, we could not live without worshipping something or other. We had nothing better than she, and nobody but she took any notice of us who lived in that vault51; nobody, though scores of people lived in that house. And finally—and that, after all, was the chief thing—we all of us accounted her as in some sort our own, as, in some sort, only existing thanks to our biscuits; we looked upon it as our duty to give her biscuits piping hot, and this became to us a daily sacrifice to our idol52; it became almost a sacred office, and every day bound us to her more and more. Besides the biscuits we gave to Tanya a good deal of advice—she was to put on warmer clothes, not run rapidly upstairs, not to carry heavy loads of wood. She listened to our advice with a smile, responded to it with laughter, and never followed it at all; but we were not offended with her on that account, we only wanted to show her that we were taking care of her.
Sometimes she asked us to do different things for her; such, for instance, as to open the heavy cellar door, to chop up wood and so on, and we joyfully54, nay, with a sort of pride, did for her all that she asked us to do.
But, once, when one of us asked her to mend his only shirt, she sniffed55 contemptuously and said: "What next! do you think I've nothing better to do."
We laughed heartily56 at the silly fellow—and never asked her to do anything more. We loved her—and when that is said all is said. A man always wants to lay his love upon someone, although sometime he may crush her beneath the weight of it, and sometimes he may soil her; he may poison the life of his neighbour with his love, because in loving he does not revere57 the beloved. We were obliged to love Tanya because we had none else to love.
At times one or other of us would begin to reason about it like this: "Why are we spoiling the wench like this? What is there in her after all? Eh? We are making a great deal of fuss about her!"
The fellow who ventured to use such language was pretty roughly snubbed, I can tell you. We wanted something to love, we had found what we wanted, and we loved it; and what we six-and-twenty loved was bound to be inviolate58, because it was our holy shrine59, and everyone who ran contrary to us in this matter was our enemy. No doubt people often love what is not really good—but here we were, all twenty-six of us, in the same boat, and therefore what we considered dear we would have others regard as sacred.
Besides the biscuit factory our master had a fancy-bakery; it was located in the same house, and only separated from our hole by a wall; but the fancy-bakers—there were four of them—kept us at arm's-length, considering their work as cleaner than ours, and for that reason considering themselves as better than we. So they did not come into our workshop, and laughed contemptuously at us when they met us in the yard. We, too, did not go to them; our master had forbidden us to do so for fear we should steal the milk scones60. We did not like the fancy-bakers because we envied them. Their work was lighter61 than ours; they got more than we did and were better fed; they had a spacious62, well-lighted workshop, and they were all so clean and healthy—quite the opposite to us. We indeed, the whole lot of us, looked greyish or yellowish; three of us were suffering from disease, others from consumption, one of us was absolutely crippled by rheumatism63. They, on feast-days and in their spare time, put on pea-jackets and boots that creaked; two of them had concertinas, and all of them went strolling in the Park—we went about in little better than dirty rags, with down-at-heel slippers64 or bast shoes on our feet, and the police would not admit us into the Park—how could we possibly love the fancy-bakers?
Presently we heard that their overseer had taken to drink, that the master had dismissed him and hired another, and that this other was a soldier who went about in a rich satin waistcoat, and on great occasions wore a gold chain. We were curious to see such a toff, and, in the hope of seeing him, took it in turns to run out into the yard one after the other.
But he himself appeared in our workshop. He kicked at the door, it flew open, and, keeping it open, he stood on the threshold, smiled, and said to us: "God be with you! I greet you, my children!"
The frosty air, rushing through the door in thick smoky clouds, whirled round his feet, and there he stood on the threshold looking down upon us from his eminence65, and from beneath his blonde, skilfully twisted moustaches gleamed his strong yellow teeth. His vest really was something quite out of the common—it was blue, embroidered66 with flowers, and had a sort of sparkle all over it, and its buttons were made of pretty little pearls. And the gold chain was there....
He was handsome, that soldier was, quite tall, robust67, with ruddy cheeks, and his large bright eyes looked good and friendly and clear. On his head was a white stiffly starched68 cap, and from beneath his clean spotless spats69 appeared the bright tops of his modish70 brilliantly polished boots.
Our baker asked him, respectfully, to shut the door. He did so, quite deliberately71, and began asking us questions about our master. We outdid each other in telling him that our master was a blood-sucker, a slave-driver, a malefactor72, and a tormentor73; everything in short that we could and felt bound to say about our master, but it is impossible to write it down here. The soldier listened, twirled his moustache, and regarded us with a gentle, radiant look.
"And I suppose now you've a lot of little wenches about here?" he suddenly said.
Some of us laughed respectfully, others made languishing74 grimaces75; one of us made it quite clear to the soldier that there were wenches here—a round dozen of them.
"Do you amuse yourselves?" asked the soldier, blinking his eyes.
Again we laughed, not very loudly, and with some confusion of face.... Many of us would have liked to show the soldier that they were as dashing fellows as himself, but none dared to do so; no, not one. One of us indeed hinted as much by murmuring: "Situated76 as we are...."
"Yes, of course, it would be hard for you!" observed the soldier confidentially77, continuing to stare at us. "You ought to be—well, not what you are. You're down on your luck—there's a way of holding one's self—there's the look of the thing—you know what I mean! And women you know like a man with style about him. He must be a fine figure of a man—everything neat and natty78 you know. And then, too, a woman respects strength. Now what do you think of that for an arm, eh?"
The soldier drew his right arm from his pocket, with the shirt-sleeve stripped back, bare to the elbow, and showed it to us It was a strong, white arm, bristling79 with shiny, gold-like hair.
"Legs and breast the same—plenty of grit80 there, eh? And then, too, a man must be stylishly81 dressed, and must have nice things. Now look at me—all the women love me! I neither call to them nor wink48 at them—they come falling on my neck by the dozen."
He sat down on a flour-basket and discoursed82 to us for a long time about how the women loved him, and how valiantly83 he comported84 himself with them. After he had gone, and when the creaking door had closed behind him, we were silent for a long time, thinking of him and of his yarns85. And after a bit we suddenly all fell a-talking at once, and agreed unanimously that he was a very pleasant fellow. He was so straightforward86 and jolly—he came and sat down and talked to us just as if he were one of us. No one had ever come and talked to us in such a friendly way before. And we talked of him and of his future successes with the factory girls at the gold-embroiderer's, who, whenever they met us in the yard, either curled their lips contemptuously, or gave us a wide berth87, or walked straight up to us as if we were not in their path at all. And as for us, we only feasted our eyes upon them when we met them in the yard, or when they passed by our window, dressed in winter in peculiar little fur caps and fur pelisses, and in summer in hats covered with flowers, and with sunshades of various colours in their hands. But, on the other hand, among ourselves, we talked of these girls in such a way that, had they heard it, they would have gone mad with rage and shame.
"But how about little Tanya—I hope he won't spoil her!" said our chief baker suddenly with a gloomy voice.
We were all silent, so greatly had these words impressed us. We had almost forgotten about Tanya: the soldier had shut her out from us, as it were, with his fine burly figure. Presently a noisy dispute began. Some said that Tanya would not demean herself by any such thing; others maintained that she would be unable to stand against the soldier; finally, a third party proposed that if the soldier showed any inclination88 to attach himself to Tanya, we should break his ribs89. And, at last, we all resolved to keep a watch upon the soldier and Tanya, and warn the girl to beware of him.... And so the dispute came to an end.
A month passed by. The soldier baked his fancy-rolls, walked out with the factory girls, and frequently paid us a visit in our workshop, but of his victories over the wenches he said never a word, but only twirled his moustaches and noisily smacked90 his lips.
Tanya came to us every morning for her "little biscuits," and was always merry, gentle, and friendly with us. We tried to talk to her about the soldier—she called him "the goggle-eyed bull-calf," and other ridiculous names, and that reassured91 us. We were proud of our little girl when we saw how the factory girls clung to the soldier. Tanya's dignified92 attitude towards him seemed to raise the whole lot of us, and we, as the directors of her conduct, even began to treat the soldier himself contemptuously. But her we loved more than ever, her we encountered each morning more and more joyfully and good-humouredly.
But one day the soldier came to us a little the worse for liquor, he sat him down, began laughing, and when we asked him what he was laughing about, he explained:
"Two of the wenches have been quarrelling about me, Liddy and Gerty," said he. "How they did blackguard each other! Ha, ha, ha! They caught each other by the hair, and were down on the floor in a twinkling, one on the top of the other; ha, ha, ha! And they tore and scratched like anything, and I was nearly bursting with laughter. Why can't women fight fair? Why do they always scratch, eh?"
He was sitting on the bench; there he sat so healthy, clean, and light-hearted, and roared with laughter. We were silent. Somehow, or other, he was disagreeable to us at that moment.
"No, I can't make it out. What luck I do have with women, it is ridiculous. I've but to wink, and—she is ready. The d-deuce is in it."
His white arms, covered with shining gold down, rose in the air and fell down again on his knees with a loud bang. And he regarded us with such a friendly look of amazement93, just as if he himself were frankly94 puzzled by the felicity of his dealings with women. His plump, ruddy face regularly shone with happiness and self-complacency, and he kept on noisily smacking95 his lips.
Our chief baker scraped his shovel along the hearth96 violently and angrily, and suddenly remarked, with a sneer97:
"It is no great feat98 of strength to fell little fir-trees, but to fell a full-grown pine is a very different matter.
"Is that meant for me, now?" queried99 the soldier.
"It is meant for you."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing ... Never mind."
"Nay, stop a bit! What's your little game? What pine-tree do you mean?"
Our master-baker didn't answer, he was busily working with his shovel at the stove, shovelled100 out the well-baked biscuits, sifted101 those that were ready, and flung them boisterously102 on to the floor to the lads who were arranging them in rows on the bast wrappings. He seemed to have forgotten the soldier and his talk with him. But the soldier suddenly became uneasy. He rose to his feet and approached the stove, running the risk of a blow in the chest from the handle of the shovel which was whirling convulsively in the air.
"Come, speak—what she did you mean? You have insulted me. Not a single she shall ever get the better of me, n-no—I say. And then, too, you used such offensive words to me...."
He really seemed to be seriously offended. No doubt he had but a poor opinion of himself except On this one point: his ability to win women. Possibly, except this one quality, there was nothing really vital in the man at all, and only this single quality allowed him to feel himself a living man.
There are people who look upon some disease, either of the body, or of the soul, as the best and most precious thing in life. They nurse it all their lives, and only in it do they live at all. Though they suffer by it, yet they live upon it. They complain of it to other people, and by means of it attract to themselves the attention of their neighbours. They use it as a means of obtaining sympathy, and without it—they are nothing at all. Take away from them this disease, cure them, and they will be unhappy because they are deprived of the only means of living—there they stand empty. Sometimes the life of a man is poor to such a degree that he is involuntarily obliged to put a high value on some vice53, and live thereby103; indeed, we may say straight out that very often people become vicious from sheer ennui104.
The soldier was offended, rushed upon our master-baker, and bellowed105: "Come, I say—speak out! Who was it?"
"Speak out, eh?"—and the master-baker suddenly turned round upon him.
"Yes!—Well?"
"Do you know Tanya?"
"Well!"
"Well, there you are!—try her!"
"I?"
"You."
"Pooh! That's nothing."
"Let us see!"
"You shall see. Ha-ha-ha!"
"She look at you!"
"Give me a month!"
"What a braggart106 you are, soldier!"
"A fortnight! I'll show you. Who's she? Little Tanya! Pooh!"
"And now be off!—you're in the way."
"A fortnight, I say—and the thing's done. Poor you, I say!"
"Be off, I say."
Our baker suddenly grew savage107; and flourished his shovel. The soldier backed away from him in astonishment108, and observed us in silence. "Good!" he said at last with ominous109 calmness—and departed.
During the dispute we all remained silent, we were too deeply interested in it to speak. But when the soldier departed, there arose from among us a loud and lively babble110 of voices.
Someone shrieked111 at the baker: "A pretty business you've set a-going, Paul!"
"Go on working, d'ye hear!" replied the master-baker fiercely.
We felt that the soldier would make the assault, and that Tanya was in danger. We felt this, and yet at the same time we were all seized by a burning curiosity that was not unpleasant—what would happen? Would Tanya stand firm against the soldier? And almost all of us cried, full of confidence:
"Little Tanya? She'll stand firm enough!"
We had all of us a frightful112 longing113 to put the fortitude114 of our little idol to the test. We excitedly proved to each other that our little idol was a strong little idol, and would emerge victorious115 from this encounter. It seemed to us, at last, that we had not egged on our soldier enough, that he was forgetting the contest, and that we ought to spur his vanity just a little bit. From that day forth we began to live a peculiar life, at high nervous tension, such as we had never lived before. We quarrelled with each other for days together, just as if we had all grown wiser, and were able to talk more and better. It seemed to us as if we were playing a sort of game with the Devil, and the stake on our part was—Tanya. And when we heard from the fancy-bread-bakers that the soldier had begun "to run after our little Tanya," it was painfully well with us, and so curious were we to live it out, that we did not even observe that our master, taking advantage of our excitement, had added 14 poods[2] of paste to our daily task. We practically never left off working at all. The name of Tanya never left our tongues all day. And every morning we awaited her with a peculiar sort of impatience116.
[2] 560 lbs.
Nevertheless we said not a word to her of the contest actually proceeding117. We put no questions to her, and were kind and affectionate to her as before. Yet in our treatment of her there had already crept in something new and strangely different to our former feeling for Tanya—and this new thing was a keen curiosity, keen and cold as a steel knife.
"My friends, the time's up to-day," said the master-baker one morning as he set about beginning his work.
We knew that well enough without any reminder118 from him, but we trembled all the same.
"Look at her well, she'll be here immediately," continued the baker.
Someone exclaimed compassionately119:
"As if eyes could see anything!"
And again a lively, stormy debate arose among us. To-day we were to know at last how clean and inviolable was the vessel120 in which we had placed our best. That morning, all at once and as if for the first time, we began to feel that we were really playing a great game, and that this test of the purity of our divinity might annihilate121 it altogether so far as we were concerned. We had all heard during the last few days that the soldier was obstinately122 and persistently123 persecuting124 Tanya, yet how was it that none of us asked her what her relations with him were? And she used to come to us regularly, every morning, for her little biscuits, and was the same as ever.
And this day also we very soon heard her voice.
"Little prisoners, I have come...."
We crowded forward to meet her, and when she came in, contrary to our usual custom, we met her in silence. Looking at her with all our eyes, we knew not what to say to her, what to ask her. We stood before her a gloomy, silent crowd. She was visibly surprised at this unusual reception—and all at once we saw her grow pale, uneasy, fidget in her place, and inquire in a subdued125 voice:
"What's the matter with you?"
"And how about yourself?" the master-baker sullenly126 said, never taking his eyes off her.
"Myself? What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing."
"Come, give me the biscuits!—quick!"
Never before had she been so sharp with us.
"You're in a hurry," said the baker, not moving and never taking his eyes from her face.
Then she suddenly turned round and disappeared through the door.
The baker caught up his shovel and, turning towards the stove, remarked quietly:
"It means—she's all ready for him. Ah, that soldier ... the scoundrel ... the skunk127!"
We like a flock of sheep, rubbing shoulders with each other, went to our table, sat down in silence, and wearily began to work. Presently, someone said: "Yet is it possible...?"
"Well, well, what's the good of talking?" screeched128 the baker.
We all knew that he was a wise man, far wiser than we. And we understood his exclamation129 as a conviction of the victory of the soldier.... We felt miserable130 and uneasy.
At twelve o'clock—dinner-time—the soldier arrived. He was as usual spruce and genteel and—as he always did—looked us straight in the eyes. But we found it awkward to look at him.
"Well, my worthy45 gentlemen, if you like, I'll show you a bit of martial131 prowess," said he, laughing proudly. "Just you come out into the outhouse and look through the crevices132—do you understand?"
Out we went, elbowing each other on the way, and glued our faces to the crevices in the boarded-up wall of the outhouse looking upon the courtyard. We had not long to wait. Very soon, at a rapid pace, and with a face full of anxiety, Tanya came tearing through the yard, springing over the puddles133 of stale snow and mud. Shortly afterwards, in not the least hurry and whistling as he went, appeared the soldier, making his way in the same direction as Tanya, evidently they had arranged a rendezvous134. His arms were thrust deep down in his pockets, and his moustaches were moving up and down.... He also disappeared....
Then the rain came, and we watched the raindrops falling into the puddles, and the puddles wrinkle beneath their impact. The day was damp and grey—a very wearying day. Snow still lay upon the roofs, and on the earth dark patches of mud were already appearing. And the snow on the roofs also got covered with dirty dark-brown smuts. The rain descended135 slowly with a melancholy136 sound. We found it cold and unpleasant to stand waiting there, but we were furious with Tanya for having deserted137 us, her worshippers, for the sake of a common soldier, and we waited for her with the grim delight of executioners.
After a while—we saw Tanya returning. Her eyes—yes, her eyes, actually sparkled with joy and happiness, and her lips—were smiling. And she was walking as if in a dream, rocking a little to and fro, with uncertain footsteps....
We could not endure this calmly. The whole lot of us suddenly burst through the door, rushed into the yard, and hissed138 and yelled at her with evil, bestial139 violence.
On perceiving us she trembled—and stood as if rooted in the mud beneath her feet. We surrounded her and, maliciously140, without any circumlocution141, we reviled142 her to our hearts' content, and called her the most shameful things.
We did not raise our voices, we took our time about it. We saw that she had nowhere to go, that she was in the midst of us, and we might vent our rage upon her as much as we liked. I don't know why, but we did not beat her. She stood in the midst of us, and kept turning her head now hither, now thither143, as she listened to our insults. And we—bespattered her, more and more violently, with the mud and the venom144 of our words.
The colour quitted her face, her blue eyes, a minute before so radiant with happiness, opened widely, her bosom145 heaved heavily, and her lips trembled.
And we, surrounding her, revenged ourselves upon her, for she had robbed us. She had belonged to us, we had expended146 our best upon her, and although that best was but a beggar's crumb147, yet we were six-and-twenty and she was but one, therefore we could not devise torments148 worthy of her fault. How we did abuse her! She was silent all along—all along she looked at us with the wild eyes of a hunted beast, she was all of a tremble.
We ridiculed149, we reviled, we baited her.... Other people came running up to us.... One of us plucked Tanya by the sleeve.
Suddenly her eyes sparkled, she leisurely150 raised her hands to her head and, tidying her hair, looked straight into our faces, and cried loudly but calmly:
"Ugh! you wretched prisoners!"
And she walked straight up to us, walked as simply as if we were not standing151 there before her at all, as if we were not obstructing152 her way. And for that very reason not one of us was actually standing in her way when she came up to us.
And proceeding out of our midst and, without so much as turning towards us, loudly, and with indescribable contempt, she kept on saying:
"Ugh! you wretches! you vermin!"
And—off she went.
We remained standing in the yard, in the midst of the mud, beneath the pouring rain and the grey, sunless sky.
Presently we returned in silence to our grey, stony dungeon153. As before, the sun never once looked through our window, and—there was no Tanya now.
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melancholy
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maliciously
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circumlocution
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reviled
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crumb
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