Well ?" "Speak to her; see if you can't get her to smuggle in our wares." "We could pay her, you know," interjected Yegor.
The mother waved her hands in negation.
"Oh, no! The woman is a chatterbox.

No! If they find out it comes from me, from this house--oh, no!" Then, inspired by a sudden idea, she began gladly and in a low voice: "Give it to me, give it to me.

I'll manage it myself.

I'll find a way.

I will ask Marya to make me her assistant.