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er face away, and blow her nose loudly, and talk, talk, talk; yet now she was weeping so girlishly, was lying there with such abandon... and there was something so graceful about the curve of her spine and about the way one foot, in its velvet slipper, was touching the floor.... One might almost think that it was a young, blond woman crying.... And her crumpled handkerchief was lying on the carpet just the way it was supposed to, in that pretty scene.
Nikolay uttered a Russian grunt (kryak) and sat down on the edge of her couch. He kryak'ed again. His mother, still hiding her face, said into the cushion, "Oh, why couldn't you have come earlier? Even one year earlier... Just one year