white, little Manka, my Manka-Scandalistochka."

And unexpectedly, having embraced Manya by the shoulders and
bosom, she drew her toward herself, threw her down on the bed, and
began to kiss deeply and vigorously her hair, eyes, lips. Manka
with difficulty tore herself away from her, with dishevelled,
bright, fine, downy hair, all rosy from the resistance, and with
eyes downcast and moist from shame and laughter.

"Leave off, Jennechka, leave off. Well, now, what are you doing?
Let me go!"

Little Manya is the meekest and quietest girl in the entire
establishment. She is kind, yielding, can never refuse anybody's
request, and involuntarily everybody treats her with great
gentleness. She blushes over every trifle, and at such time
becomes especially attractive, as only very tender blondes with a
sensitive skin can be attractive. But it is sufficient for her to
drink three or four glasses of Liqueur Benedictine, of which she
is very fond, for her to become unrecognizable and to create
brawls, such, that there is always required the intervention of
the housekeepers, the porter, at times even the police. It is
nothing for her to hit a guest in the face or to throw in his face
a glass filled with wine, to overturn the lamp, to curse out the
proprietress, Jennie treats her with some strange, tender
patronage and rough adoration.

"Ladies, to dinner! To dinner, ladies!" calls Zociya the
housekeeper, running along the corridor. On the run she opens the
door into Manya's room and drops hurriedly: