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Suddenly
he
turned
into
the
gate
of
a
house
to
the
left
;
and
when
I
darted
in
after
him
,
the
gateway
was
so
dark
that
I
could
see
nothing
whatever
.
It
was
one
of
those
large
houses
built
in
small
tenements
,
of
which
there
must
have
been
at
least
a
hundred
.
"
When
I
entered
the
yard
I
thought
I
saw
a
man
going
along
on
the
far
side
of
it
;
but
it
was
so
dark
I
could
not
make
out
his
figure
.
"
I
crossed
to
that
corner
and
found
a
dirty
dark
staircase
.
I
heard
a
man
mounting
up
above
me
,
some
way
higher
than
I
was
,
and
thinking
I
should
catch
him
before
his
door
would
be
opened
to
him
,
I
rushed
after
him
.
I
heard
a
door
open
and
shut
on
the
fifth
storey
,
as
I
panted
along
;
the
stairs
were
narrow
,
and
the
steps
innumerable
,
but
at
last
I
reached
the
door
I
thought
the
right
one
.
Some
moments
passed
before
I
found
the
bell
and
got
it
to
ring
.
"
An
old
peasant
woman
opened
the
door
;
she
was
busy
lighting
the
'
samovar
'
in
a
tiny
kitchen
.
She
listened
silently
to
my
questions
,
did
not
understand
a
word
,
of
course
,
and
opened
another
door
leading
into
a
little
bit
of
a
room
,
low
and
scarcely
furnished
at
all
,
but
with
a
large
,
wide
bed
in
it
,
hung
with
curtains
.
On
this
bed
lay
one
Terentich
,
as
the
woman
called
him
,
drunk
,
it
appeared
to
me
.
On
the
table
was
an
end
of
candle
in
an
iron
candlestick
,
and
a
half-bottle
of
vodka
,
nearly
finished
.
Terentich
muttered
something
to
me
,
and
signed
towards
the
next
room
.
The
old
woman
had
disappeared
,
so
there
was
nothing
for
me
to
do
but
to
open
the
door
indicated
.
I
did
so
,
and
entered
the
next
room
.
"
This
was
still
smaller
than
the
other
,
so
cramped
that
I
could
scarcely
turn
round
;
a
narrow
single
bed
at
one
side
took
up
nearly
all
the
room
.
Besides
the
bed
there
were
only
three
common
chairs
,
and
a
wretched
old
kitchen-table
standing
before
a
small
sofa
.
One
could
hardly
squeeze
through
between
the
table
and
the
bed
.
"
On
the
table
,
as
in
the
other
room
,
burned
a
tallow
candle-end
in
an
iron
candlestick
;
and
on
the
bed
there
whined
a
baby
of
scarcely
three
weeks
old
.
A
pale-looking
woman
was
dressing
the
child
,
probably
the
mother
;
she
looked
as
though
she
had
not
as
yet
got
over
the
trouble
of
childbirth
,
she
seemed
so
weak
and
was
so
carelessly
dressed
.
Another
child
,
a
little
girl
of
about
three
years
old
,
lay
on
the
sofa
,
covered
over
with
what
looked
like
a
man
's
old
dress-coat
.
"
At
the
table
stood
a
man
in
his
shirt
sleeves
;
he
had
thrown
off
his
coat
;
it
lay
upon
the
bed
;
and
he
was
unfolding
a
blue
paper
parcel
in
which
were
a
couple
of
pounds
of
bread
,
and
some
little
sausages
.
"
On
the
table
along
with
these
things
were
a
few
old
bits
of
black
bread
,
and
some
tea
in
a
pot
.
From
under
the
bed
there
protruded
an
open
portmanteau
full
of
bundles
of
rags
.
In
a
word
,
the
confusion
and
untidiness
of
the
room
were
indescribable
.
"
It
appeared
to
me
,
at
the
first
glance
,
that
both
the
man
and
the
woman
were
respectable
people
,
but
brought
to
that
pitch
of
poverty
where
untidiness
seems
to
get
the
better
of
every
effort
to
cope
with
it
,
till
at
last
they
take
a
sort
of
bitter
satisfaction
in
it
.
When
I
entered
the
room
,
the
man
,
who
had
entered
but
a
moment
before
me
,
and
was
still
unpacking
his
parcels
,
was
saying
something
to
his
wife
in
an
excited
manner
.
The
news
was
apparently
bad
,
as
usual
,
for
the
woman
began
whimpering
.
The
man
's
face
seemed
to
me
to
be
refined
and
even
pleasant
.
He
was
dark-complexioned
,
and
about
twenty-eight
years
of
age
;
he
wore
black
whiskers
,
and
his
lip
and
chin
were
shaved
.
He
looked
morose
,
but
with
a
sort
of
pride
of
expression
.
A
curious
scene
followed
.
