"Marusya?!"
"Samuel?!"
We were both taken aback.
"And where is your husband, Marusya?" asked I, after I had caught my breath.
"And you, Samuel, are you married?"
"Yes."
"But I am single yet."
Yes, yes, she was a good soul! She died long ago. . . . May it please the Lord to give her a goodly portion in Paradise!—
Here the old man broke off his story with a deep sigh escaping from his breast.
We waved his hand at the son, who was dozing away unconcerned, lurching from side to side. The old man looked at his son, shook his head, and said: