“I’m weak . . . ” she said in an exhausted voice. “Forgive me. . . . I’m weak, I can’t. . . . I’m sorry.”
She bowed to the chorus, and then began bowing in all directions.
“I’m sorry. . . . Forgive me . . . ”
“The lady’s been drinking. The pretty lady has been drinking,” voices were heard saying.
“The lady’s drunk too much,” Maximov explained to the girls, giggling.
“Mitya, lead me away . . . take me,” said Grushenka helplessly. Mitya pounced on her, snatched her up in his arms, and carried the precious burden through the curtains.
“Well, now I’ll go,” thought Kalganov, and walking out of the blue room, he closed the two halves of the door after him. But the orgy in the larger room went on and grew louder and louder. Mitya laid Grushenka on the bed and kissed her on the lips.
“Don’t
