Leo Tolstoy

“ The prisoners, as they passed Maslova, scanned her from head to foot; some approached and teased her.
“Fine girl, that!” said one. “My compliments, auntie,” said another, winking one eye. A dark man with a shaven, blue neck and long mustache, tangling in his fetters, sprang toward her and embraced her.
“Don’t you recognize your friend? Come, don’t put on such style!” he exclaimed, grinning as she pushed him away.
“What are you doing, you rascal?” shouted the officer in charge of the prisoners.
The prisoner hastily hid himself in the crowd. The officer fell upon Maslova. ”

“ She felt that she must submit to the cruel injustice which was perpetrated on her. What surprised her most was that she should be so cruelly condemned by men—­not old men, but those same young men who looked at her so kindly. ”

“ The guard laughed, took the money, honestly made the purchase and returned the change to her. She could not smoke on the road, so Maslova arrived at the jail with the same unsatisfied craving for a cigarette. At that moment about a hundred prisoners were brought from the railroad station. Maslova met them in the passageway.
The prisoners, bearded, clean-shaven, old, young, Russians and foreigners—­some with half-shaved heads, and with a clinking of iron fetters, filled the passage with dust, tramping of feet, conversation and a sharp odor of perspiration. ”