Chapter 7
Book 8: Part 8
Chapter 7
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Agafea Mihalovna went out on tiptoe; the nurse let down the blind, chased a fly out from under the muslin canopy of the crib, and a bumblebee struggling on the window-frame, and sat down waving a faded branch of birch over the mother and the baby.
-"How hot it is! if God would send a drop of rain," she said.