musical strain, "they're like flies after sugar."

"And here, too," Maslova interrupted her, "the same thing. They

can do without anything else. But the likes of them will go

without bread sooner than miss that! Hardly had they brought me

back when in comes a gang from the railway. They pestered me so,

I did not know how to rid myself of them. Thanks to the

assistant, he turned them off. One bothered so, I hardly got

"What's he like?" asked Khoroshevka.