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A
single
candle
-
end
lighted
up
the
scene
.
At
that
moment
Polenka
forced
her
way
through
the
crowd
at
the
door
.
She
came
in
panting
from
running
so
fast
,
took
off
her
kerchief
,
looked
for
her
mother
,
went
up
to
her
and
said
,
“
She
’
s
coming
,
I
met
her
in
the
street
.
”
Her
mother
made
her
kneel
beside
her
.
Timidly
and
noiselessly
a
young
girl
made
her
way
through
the
crowd
,
and
strange
was
her
appearance
in
that
room
,
in
the
midst
of
want
,
rags
,
death
and
despair
.
She
,
too
,
was
in
rags
,
her
attire
was
all
of
the
cheapest
,
but
decked
out
in
gutter
finery
of
a
special
stamp
,
unmistakably
betraying
its
shameful
purpose
.
Sonia
stopped
short
in
the
doorway
and
looked
about
her
bewildered
,
unconscious
of
everything
.
She
forgot
her
fourth
-
hand
,
gaudy
silk
dress
,
so
unseemly
here
with
its
ridiculous
long
train
,
and
her
immense
crinoline
that
filled
up
the
whole
doorway
,
and
her
light
-
coloured
shoes
,
and
the
parasol
she
brought
with
her
,
though
it
was
no
use
at
night
,
and
the
absurd
round
straw
hat
with
its
flaring
flame
-
coloured
feather
.
Under
this
rakishly
-
tilted
hat
was
a
pale
,
frightened
little
face
with
lips
parted
and
eyes
staring
in
terror
.
Sonia
was
a
small
thin
girl
of
eighteen
with
fair
hair
,
rather
pretty
,
with
wonderful
blue
eyes
.
She
looked
intently
at
the
bed
and
the
priest
;
she
too
was
out
of
breath
with
running
.
At
last
whispers
,
some
words
in
the
crowd
probably
,
reached
her
.
She
looked
down
and
took
a
step
forward
into
the
room
,
still
keeping
close
to
the
door
.
The
service
was
over
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
went
up
to
her
husband
again
.
The
priest
stepped
back
and
turned
to
say
a
few
words
of
admonition
and
consolation
to
Katerina
Ivanovna
on
leaving
.
“
What
am
I
to
do
with
these
?
”
she
interrupted
sharply
and
irritably
,
pointing
to
the
little
ones
.
“
God
is
merciful
;
look
to
the
Most
High
for
succour
,
”
the
priest
began
.
“
Ach
!
He
is
merciful
,
but
not
to
us
.
”
“
That
’
s
a
sin
,
a
sin
,
madam
,
”
observed
the
priest
,
shaking
his
head
.
“
And
isn
’
t
that
a
sin
?
”
cried
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
pointing
to
the
dying
man
.
