The complete works of Count Tolstoy . ith her shoulder against the fence,and uselessly kept striking matches against the fence, andthrowing them away. I scanned her face. She wasindeed an abortion, but, as I thought, an old woman, — Igave her thirty years. The colour of her face was sallow ;her eyes, small, turbid, bloodshot; her nose knob-shaped;her lips crooked, slavering, and sunken at the corners;and a short strand of dry hair peeped out from under-neath her kerchief. Her waist was long and flat, andher arms and legs were short. I stopped opposite her. Shelooked at me and smiled, as though
The complete works of Count Tolstoy . ith her shoulder against the fence,and uselessly kept striking matches against the fence, andthrowing them away. I scanned her face. She wasindeed an abortion, but, as I thought, an old woman, — Igave her thirty years. The colour of her face was sallow ;her eyes, small, turbid, bloodshot; her nose knob-shaped;her lips crooked, slavering, and sunken at the corners;and a short strand of dry hair peeped out from under-neath her kerchief. Her waist was long and flat, andher arms and legs were short. I stopped opposite her. Shelooked at me and smiled, as though she knew everythingI was thinking about. I felt that I had to say something to her. I wantedto show her that I was sorry for her. Have you any parents ? I asked. She laughed hoarsely, then suddenly stopped, andraising her eyebrows, gazed at me. Have you any parents ? I repeated. 9J6nulio)nU ariJ ??1??1)???? warm d like - the I wanted Questioning the Unfortunate Photoi^rav lire from Dnnving by I. E. Kycf>iH t ?]??<. WHAT SHALL WE DO THEN? 177 She smiled with an expression which seemed to say: What makes him trouble himself to ask me ? I have a mother, she said. What is that to you ? And how old are you ? Going on sixteen, she said, replying readily, evidentlyto a habitual question. March ! You make me freeze, — the devil take you !shouted the policeman; and she tottered away from thefence, and, swaying to and fro, went down KhamovnicheskiLane to the station, while I turned into the gate and wenthome, where I asked whether my daughters had was told that they had been to an evening entertain-ment, had had a good time, and were back home, asleep. The next morning I wanted to go to the police stationto find out what became of that unfortunate woman, andI got ready to go quite early, when I received the visit ofone of those unfortunate men of the gentry who in theirweakness stray from their lordly life and now rise andnow fall again. I had known him for three ye
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