Yevdokia says:
“You don’t mean to leave the child without soup? At least make her a vegetable soup: chop up some potatoes and carrots. And we’ll put some milk in it. It’s a long time yet till Friday…”
“We’ll get our retirement benefit on Thursday,” -Ariadna apologises.
“Lord,” – I even got upset, – “Is that what you think I’m talking about? It’ll be about eighty rubles with the overtime. We’ll manage. Ok,” – I said, – “I’ll go lie down for an hour. You have dinner by yourselves. I’m tired…”
“Herring would be good…” – Glikeria peeps into an empty pan. – “Gets some salt into you.”
“You’re a famous spendthrift among us,” -Yevdokia is angry. “All you want to do is squander money.”
My head is not right, it feels heavy. Have I caught a chill from a draft?
I lay down. It’s bad, I think. I’
