The old man was heavy, perfectly helpless, and apparently unconscious; he did not seem to realize what was being done to him. She held him tight and carried, or rather dragged him along, for the little girl had stumbled over the threshold and dropped his feet, which were drawing two deep furrows in the snow.
The penetrating cold had restored the dying man to consciousness, for in the yard he began to moan and utter broken words:
'Julisha…oh God…Ju…'
'That's right, you scream…scream as much as you like, nobody will hear you, even if you shout your mouth off!'
She dragged him across the yard, opened the door of the pigsty with her foot, pulled him in, and dropped him close to the wall.
The sow came forward, grunting, followed by her piglets.
'Malusha! malu, malu, malu!'
The pigs came out of the sty and she banged the door, but returned almost immediately, tore the shirt open on the old man's chest, tore off his chaplet, and took it with her.
'Now die, you leper!'
She kicked his naked leg, which was lying across the opening, with her clog, and went out.