"He clutched his head, and sobbed. 'Unhappy Russia!' he said, 'Unhappy people that we are!' They gave him water, and even I got sorry for everybody, and began to cry."
Masha looked around frightened.
"God, when I think of my sister!" She rose and went into the cook's room. The women looked after her sympathetically. Klimkov sighed with relief. Against his will he asked Liza wearily and with an effort:
"To whom did they write complaints?"
"I don't know," answered Liza.
"Marya went off to cry," remarked the cook.
The door opened, and the cook's brother entered coughing.
"It's chilly," he said, untwisting the scarf from his neck.
"Here, take a drink, quick!"
"Yes, indeed. And here's health to you."