“I’m telling you—get them!” ordered Tamara, imperiously, but without getting angry.
“Oh, my Lord! ... Yours, now, I didn’t touch, like I promised; but then, it’s Sunday ... The savings banks are closed...”
“Let them! ... Hock the savings book! In general, it’s up to you!”
“Why do you need this, my dearie?”
“Isn’t it all the same to you, you fool? ... For the funeral.”
“Oh! Well, all right then!” sighed Senka. “Then I’d best bring it to you myself in the evening ... Right, Tamarochka? ... It’s so very hard for me to stand it without you! Oh, my dearie, how I’d kiss and kiss you; I wouldn’t let you close your eyes! ... Shan’t I come? ...”
“No, no! ... You do as I ask you, Senechka ... Give in to me. But you mustn’t come—I’m housekeeper now.”
“Well, what d’you know about that! ...” drawled out the astonished Senka and even whistled.
“Yes. And don’t you come to me in the meantime. But afterwards, afterwards, sweetheart, whatever you desire ... There will be an end to everything soon!”
“Oh, if you wouldn’t make me suffer so! Wind things up as soon as you can!”