"O-okh! alas for my wretchedness! " exclaimed Arína, sighing deeply.
She paused, and looked angrily at her son. Davidka immediately turned around, and, clumsily lifting his stout leg encased in a huge dirty boot over the threshold, took refuge in the opposite door.
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