The hostess called him away intothe next room, and Katusha heard her say, 'A fresh one from thecountry,' Then the hostess called Katusha aside and told her thatthe man was an author, and that he had a great deal of money, andthat if he liked her he would not grudge her anything. In the evening a tall man, withlong, grey hair and a white beard, entered the room, and sat downat once near Katusha, smiling and gazing at her with glisteningeyes. The woman received her very kindly, setcake and sweet wine before her, then wrote a note and gave it toa servant to take to somebody.

Hearing that Katusha was badly in want of aplace, the woman gave her her address, and invited her to come toher house. It so happened that, after many fruitless attempts to find asituation, Katusha again went to the registry office, and theremet a woman with bracelets on her bare, plump arms and rings onmost of her fingers. In the seventh year of this life, when she wastwentysix years old, happened that for which she was put inprison and for which she was now being taken to be tried, aftermore than three months of confinement with thieves and murderersin the stifling air of a prison.įrom that day a life of chronic sin against human and divine lawscommenced for Katusha Maslova, a life which is led by hundreds ofthousands of women, and which is not merely tolerated butsanctioned by the Government, anxious for the welfare of itssubjects a life which for nine women out of ten ends in painfuldisease, premature decrepitude, and death.

During theseyears she twice changed houses, and had once been to thehospital. Katusha Maslova lived this life for seven years.

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