Through Russia by Maksim Gorky
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spectacle.
"And now rearrange yourself," I said, "and in the meanwhile I will go and wash the baby." "Yes, yes," she murmured uneasily. "But be very careful with him--be very gentle." Yet it was little enough care that the rosy little homunculus seemed to require, so strenuously did he clench his fists, and bawl as though he were minded to challenge the whole world to combat. "Come, now!" at length I said. "You must have done, or your very head will drop off." Yet no sooner did he feel the touch of the ocean spray, and begin to be sprinkled With its joyous caresses, than he lamented more loudly and vigorously than ever, and so continued throughout the process of being slapped on the back and breast as, frowning and struggling, he vented squall after squall while the waves laved his tiny limbs. "Shout, young Orlovian!" said I encouragingly. "Let fly with all the power of your lungs!" And with that, I took him back to his mother. I found her with eyes closed and lips drawn between her teeth as she writhed in the torment of expelling the after-birth. But presently I detected through the sighs and groans a whispered: |
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