Though my heart was heavy, yet I was young and was used to women. I had two years of married life behind me. But the old woman said, gasping:
"Your wife is dead—that is nothing much. You are young and there are women enough. The streets are full of them."
Here Tatiana said to her sternly:
"Go to bed, Petrovna. I will escort our guest and will lock up."
When the old woman was gone, she asked me earnestly and in a friendly way:
"Have you relatives?"
"None."
"And friends?"
"No friends."
"What are you going to do then?"