The woman pointed to the telega in silence.
“That’s his room,” she said, pointing to one of the windows. “He sleeps in the telega.”
“At this time of day?”
“He only came home this morning, probably rather drunk.”
Raisky approached the telega.
“What do you want of him?” asked the woman.
“To visit him.”
“Let him sleep.”
“Why?”
“I am frightened here alone with him, and my husband won’t be here yet. I hope he’ll sleep.”