Honest to God!"
"Is that so? Did she die?"
"No, she didn't. She got by," says Niura, as though with regret.
"But just the same she lay for two months in the Alexandrovskaya
Hospital. The doctors said, that if it were only this teen-weeny
bit higher--then it would have been all over. Bye-bye!"
"Well, what did he do that to her for?"
"How should I know? Maybe she hid money from him or wasn't true to
him. He was her lover--her pimp."
"Well, and what did he get for it?"
"Why, nothing. There was no evidence of any kind. There had been a
free-for-all mix-up. About a hundred people were fighting. She
also told the police that she had no suspicions of any sort. But
Prokhor himself boasted afterwards: 'I,' says he, 'didn't do for
Dunka that time, but I'll finish her off another time. She,' says
he, 'won't get by my hands. I'm going to give her the works.'"
A shiver runs all the way down Liuba's back.
"They're desperate fellows, these pimps!" she pronounces quietly,
with horror in her voice.
"Something terrible! I, you know, played at love with our Simeon
for a whole year.
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