Nothing escaped Shauken’s attentive eye. The thick covetous lips on her flat copper-red face were tightly pressed together. Her small eyes seemed to have become smaller, and they flashed a bear-like rage lurking rapaciously under her eyelids. She leaned toward her husband and whispered something in his ear. Djantemir looked at his wife stupidly, without understanding what was up, then he gave a drunken smile, got to his feet heavily, and reeling, went toward Kuljan. Her arms were raised just then and she waved them over her head as if prepared to take wing, when suddenly she felt the heavy hand of her father on her shoulder.
“Go and tend to your household work! It is time you got used to helping your elders! I see all of you have got out of hand while I have been away for several days,”
