.. Pfui, you Russian swine!
Out! ..."
Liubka was catching her hands, aiming to kiss them, but the
housekeeper roughly snatched them away. Then, suddenly paling,
with a distorted face, biting her trembling, twisted lower lip,
Emma calculatingly and with good aim struck Liubka on her cheek,
with all her might; from which the other went down on her knees,
but got up right away, gasping for breath and stammering from the
sobs.
"Darlingest, don't beat me... Oh my dear, don't beat me..."
And again fell down, this time flat upon the floor.
And this systematic, malignant slaughter, in cold blood, continued
for some two minutes. Jennka, who had at first been looking on
with her customary malicious, disdainful air, suddenly could not
stand it; she began to squeal savagely, threw herself upon the
housekeeper, clutched her by the hair, tore off her chignon and
began to vociferate in a real hysterical fit:
"Fool! ... Murderer! ... Low-down go-between! ... Thief! ..."
All the three women vociferated together, and at once enraged
wails resounded through all the corridors and rooms of the
establishment.
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