Don't speak right after the kiss, do you understand?
Or you will say what you should not say." "I understand, Nikolay Sergeyevich," answered the mother, weeping.
"And you must not weep.

For God's sake, do not weep! You will kill him if you weep, old woman!" "Why do you weep ?" "With women one cannot help weeping.

But you must not weep, do you hear ?" "Very well, Nikolay Sergeyevich." Riding in the drozhky, he had intended to school her in the instructions again, but he forgot.

And so they rode in silence, bent, both gray and old, and they were lost in thought, while the city was gay and noisy.

It was Shrovetide, and the streets were crowded.
They sat down.