Leo Tolstoy

“ Maslova said that she did not know anything about a petition.
At this moment the red-haired woman, burying her two freckled hands into her tangled, thick hair, and scratching her head with her nails, approached the wine-drinking aristocrats.
“I will tell you, Katherine, everything,” she began. “First of all, you must write on paper: ‘I am not satisfied with the trial,’ and then hand it to the prosecutor.”
“What do you want here?” Korableva turned to her, speaking in an angry basso. “You have smelled the wine! We know you. We don’t need your advice; we know what we have to do.” ”

“ People live also in Siberia. You will not be lost even there,” Korableva consoled her.
“I know that I will not be lost, but it is painful to be treated that way. I deserved a better fate. I am used to a comfortable life.”
“You can do nothing against God’s will,” Korableva said, with a sigh. “You can do nothing against His will.”
“I know, auntie, but it is hard, nevertheless.”
They became silent.
“Listen to that wanton,” said Korableva, calling Maslova’s attention to the strange sounds that came from the other end of the cell. ”

“ He would devour me with his eyes,” she said, smiling and shaking her head as if perplexed. “They are good ones!”
“Yes, that is how it is,” chimed in the watch-woman in her melodious voice. “They are like flies on sugar. ”