On the very next day they had to send off to a charitable
institution--into a lunatic asylum--the unfortunate Pashka, who
had fallen completely into feeble-mindedness. The doctors said
that there was no hope of her ever improving. And in reality, as
they had placed her in the hospital on the floor, upon a straw
mattress, so did she remain upon it without getting up from it to
her very death; submerging more and more into the black,
bottomless abyss of quiet feeble-mindedness; but she died only
half a year later, from bed-sores and infection of the blood.
The next turn was Tamara's.
For about half a month she fulfilled the duties of a housekeeper,
was all the time unusually active, energetic; and somehow
unwontedly wound up with that inner something of her own, which
was so strongly fomenting within her. On a certain evening she
vanished, and did not return at all to the establishment...
The matter of fact was, that in the city she had carried on a
protracted romance with a certain notary--an elderly man,
sufficiently rich, but exceedingly niggardly.
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