And the whistles of the locomotives on the line of
the railroad, which was marked out in the darkness with green and
red lights, sounded with a quiet, singing caution.
"Now the nurse is co-oming in,
Bringing sugar and a roll,
Bringing sugar and a roll,
Deals them equally to all."
"Prokhor Ivanich!" Niura suddenly calls after the curly waiter
from the dram-shop, who, a light black silhouette, is running
across the road. "Oh, Prokhor Ivanich!"
"Oh, bother you!" the other snarls hoarsely. "What now?"
"A friend of yours sent you his regards. I saw him today."
"What sort of friend?"
"Such a little good-looker! An attractive little brunet ...No, but
you'd better ask--where did I see him?"
"Well, where?" Prokhor Ivanovich comes to a stop for a minute.
"And here's where: nailed over there, on the fifth shelf with old
hats, where we keep all dead cats."
"Scat! You darn fool!"
Niura laughs shrilly over all Yama, and throws herself down on the
sill, kicking her legs in high black stockings. Afterward, having
ceased laughing, she all of a sudden makes round astonished eyes
and says in a whisper:
"But do you know, girlie--why, he cut a woman's throat the year
before last--that same Prokhor.
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