'Attention! Eyes front!'
It's Shalashnikov shouting....
Oh, Philip has fallen! 200
Have mercy! Have mercy!
'Try that--try some physic!
You'll soon get to like it!
Ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha!'
He is striking my husband!
'I flog, not with whips,
But with knouts made for giants!'"

* * * * *

"I sprang from the stove,
Though my burden was heavy;
I listen.... All silent.... 210
The family sleeping.
I creep to the doorway
And open it softly,
I pass down the street
Through the night.... It is frosty.
In Domina's hut,
Where the youths and young maidens
Assemble at night,
They are singing in chorus
My favourite song: 220

"'The fir tree on the mountain stands,
The little cottage at its foot,
And Mashenka is there.