Nevertheless she said: "But don't you drink.

Your father drank for both of you.

And he made enough misery for me.

Take pity on your mother, then, will you not ?" Listening to the soft, pitiful words of his mother, Pavel remembered that in his father's lifetime she had remained unnoticed in the house.
She had been silent and had always lived in anxious expectation of blows.

Desiring to avoid his father, he had been home very little of late; he had become almost unaccustomed to his mother, and now, as he gradually sobered up, he looked at her fixedly.
She was tall and somewhat stooping.