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But
at
that
moment
a
gentleman
in
civilian
uniform
and
an
overcoat
—
a
solid
-
looking
official
of
about
fifty
with
a
decoration
on
his
neck
(
which
delighted
Katerina
Ivanovna
and
had
its
effect
on
the
policeman
)
—
approached
and
without
a
word
handed
her
a
green
three
-
rouble
note
.
His
face
wore
a
look
of
genuine
sympathy
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
took
it
and
gave
him
a
polite
,
even
ceremonious
,
bow
.
“
I
thank
you
,
honoured
sir
,
”
she
began
loftily
.
“
The
causes
that
have
induced
us
(
take
the
money
,
Polenka
:
you
see
there
are
generous
and
honourable
people
who
are
ready
to
help
a
poor
gentlewoman
in
distress
)
.
You
see
,
honoured
sir
,
these
orphans
of
good
family
—
I
might
even
say
of
aristocratic
connections
—
and
that
wretch
of
a
general
sat
eating
grouse
.
.
.
and
stamped
at
my
disturbing
him
.
‘
Your
excellency
,
’
I
said
,
‘
protect
the
orphans
,
for
you
knew
my
late
husband
,
Semyon
Zaharovitch
,
and
on
the
very
day
of
his
death
the
basest
of
scoundrels
slandered
his
only
daughter
.
’
.
.
.
That
policeman
again
!
Protect
me
,
”
she
cried
to
the
official
.
“
Why
is
that
policeman
edging
up
to
me
?
We
have
only
just
run
away
from
one
of
them
.
What
do
you
want
,
fool
?
”
“
It
’
s
forbidden
in
the
streets
.
You
mustn
’
t
make
a
disturbance
.
”
“
It
’
s
you
’
re
making
a
disturbance
.
It
’
s
just
the
same
as
if
I
were
grinding
an
organ
.
What
business
is
it
of
yours
?
”
“
You
have
to
get
a
licence
for
an
organ
,
and
you
haven
’
t
got
one
,
and
in
that
way
you
collect
a
crowd
.
Where
do
you
lodge
?
”
“
What
,
a
license
?
”
wailed
Katerina
Ivanovna
.
“
I
buried
my
husband
to
-
day
.
What
need
of
a
license
?
”
“
Calm
yourself
,
madam
,
calm
yourself
,
”
began
the
official
.
“
Come
along
;
I
will
escort
you
.
.
.
.
This
is
no
place
for
you
in
the
crowd
.
You
are
ill
.
”
“
Honoured
sir
,
honoured
sir
,
you
don
’
t
know
,
”
screamed
Katerina
Ivanovna
.
“
We
are
going
to
the
Nevsky
.
.
.
.
Sonia
,
Sonia
!
Where
is
she
?
She
is
crying
too
!
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
all
?
Kolya
,
Lida
,
where
are
you
going
?
”
she
cried
suddenly
in
alarm
.
“
Oh
,
silly
children
!
Kolya
,
Lida
,
where
are
they
off
to
?
.
.
.
”
Kolya
and
Lida
,
scared
out
of
their
wits
by
the
crowd
,
and
their
mother
’
s
mad
pranks
,
suddenly
seized
each
other
by
the
hand
,
and
ran
off
at
the
sight
of
the
policeman
who
wanted
to
take
them
away
somewhere
.
Weeping
and
wailing
,
poor
Katerina
Ivanovna
ran
after
them
.
She
was
a
piteous
and
unseemly
spectacle
,
as
she
ran
,
weeping
and
panting
for
breath
.
Sonia
and
Polenka
rushed
after
them
.
