made me miserable. And this isn’t he at all! Was he like this? It might be his father! Where did you get your wig from? He was a falcon, but this is a gander. He used to laugh and sing to me. … And I’ve been crying for five years, damned fool, abject, shameless I was!”
She sank back in her low chair and hid her face in her hands. At that instant the chorus of Mokroe began singing in the room on the left—a rollicking dance song.
“A regular Sodom!” Vrublevsky roared suddenly. “Landlord, send the shameless hussies away!”
The landlord, who had been for some time past inquisitively peeping in at the door, hearing shouts and guessing that his guests were quarreling, at once entered the room.
“What are you shouting for? D’you want to split your throat?” he