"I'm coming, I'm coming," answered her mother from the shop.
She quickly disposed of a few women customers: sold one a kopek's worth of tea, the other, two kopeks' worth of sugar, the third, two tallow candles. Then she closed the shutters and the street door, and came into the room.
"You've drunk the glass of milk?" she inquired of the sick man.
"Yes ... I have ... drunk it," he replied.
"And you, Leahnyu, daughter," and she turned to the child, "may the evil spirit take you! Couldn't you put on your shoes without my telling you? Don't you know it's Sabbath?"
The little girl hung her head, and made no other answer.
Her mother went to the table, lighted the candles, covered her face with her hands, and blessed them.
After that she sat down on the seat by the window to take a rest.
It was only on Sabbath that she could rest from her hard work, toiling and worrying as she was the whole week long with all her strength and all her mind.
She sat lost in thought.