I'll paste up a notice, I'll notify the police." She spoke rapidly, and the majority of her words were lost in the hissing and whistling of her voice; only those words were distinct, which she shrieked out in a shrill, irritated tone.

The corners of her kerchief protruded on her head like small horns, and shook from the movement of her jaws.

At the sight of her agitated and comical figure Foma gradually retreated toward the lounge, while Yozhov stood, and wiping his forehead, stared at her fixedly, and listened to her words: "So know it now!" she screamed, and behind the door, she said once more: "Tomorrow! What an outrage." "Devil!" whispered Yozhov, staring dully at the door.
"Yes! what a woman! How strict!" said Foma, looking at him in amazement, as he seated himself on the lounge.
Yozhov, raising his shoulders, walked up to the table, poured out a half a tea-glass full of vodka, emptied it and sat down by the table, bowing his head low.

There was silence for about a minute.

Then Foma said, timidly and softly: "How it all happened! We had no time even to wink an eye, and, suddenly, such an outcome.