| 252 | 253 | 254 | 255 | 256 |
| 1 | 73 | 145 | 218 | 290 |
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she at last became angry, and wished she could in some way punish her.
Forgetting her neighbor's unkindness, her thoughts soon turned in
another direction, and glancing at her sleeping children she said to
herself that they might soon be orphans and she herself a soldier's
widow. This thought greatly distressed her, and burying her face in her
hands she seated herself on the bed, where several of her progeny were
fast asleep. Presently a little voice interrupted her meditations by
crying out, "Mamushka [little mother], you are crushing me," and the
child pulled her nightdress from under her mother's arms. |