It pleased her to hear the sharp comments leveled against the authorities.

She saw therein her son's influence.
Leaving the factory, she passed the remainder of the day at Marya's house, assisting her in her work, and listening to her chatter.

Late in the evening she returned home and found it bare, chilly and disagreeable.

She moved about from corner to corner, unable to find a resting place, and not knowing what to do with herself.

Night was fast approaching, and she grew worried, because Yegor Ivanovich had not yet come and brought her the literature which he had promised.
Behind the window, gray, heavy flakes of spring snow fluttered and settled softly and noiselessly upon the pane.