Rybin came in, greeted her, and stroking his beard in a dignified manner and peeping into the room with his dark eyes, remarked: "You used to let people into your house before, without inquiring who they were.

Are you alone ?" "Yes." "You are?
I thought the Little Russian was here.

I saw him to-day.
The prison doesn't spoil a man.

Stupidity, that's what spoils most of all." He walked into the room, sat down and said to the mother: "Let's have a talk together.

I have something to tell you.