Translated by Jessie Muir
vent in a rising torrent of angry words against the tinsmith and his wife.
But at the same time, while she was washing the boy, she felt how big, coarse and clumsy his face and body were, compared to the two delicate ones she was accustomed to. She saw now for the first time how impossible it would be to keep him herself.
But he should go to the blockmaker's, poor boy! Her name wasn't Barbara if she didn't get her mistress to see to that at once--as early as to-morrow.
She returned home with a face red and swollen with crying, and was inconsolable the whole evening until her mistress came down from the office with the promise that the matter should be arranged.
And thus it was that Nikolai came to blockmaker Holman's.
A STRICT DISCIPLINARIAN
It is in some ways a blessing that those who have suffered hardship and been neglected in their babyhood, do not remember anything about it--and yet perhaps something clings to them.
So, at any ra