"But it is eleven o'clock already, and I have so far to go." "Go where?
To the city ?" the mother asked in surprise.
"Yes." "What are you talking about! It's dark and wet, and you are so tired.
Stay here overnight.

Yegor Ivanovich will sleep in the kitchen, and you and I here." "No, I must go," said the girl simply.
"Yes, countrywoman, she must go.

The young lady must disappear.

It would be bad if she were to be seen on the street to-morrow." "But how can she go?
By herself ?" "By herself," said Yegor, laughing.
The girl poured tea for herself, took a piece of rye bread, salted it, and started to eat, looking at the mother contemplatively.
"How can you go that way?
Both you and Natasha.

I wouldn't.