to hard labour in Siberia.  The kind, merry, ever-smiling Theodosia had a place next Maslova’s on the shelf bed, and had grown so fond of her that she took it upon herself as a duty to attend and wait on her.  Two other women were sitting without any work at the other end of the shelf bedstead.  One was a woman of about 40, with a pale, thin face, who once probably had been very handsome.  She sat with her baby at her thin, white breast.  The crime she had committed was that when a recruit was, according to the peasants’ view, unlawfully taken from their village, and the people stopped the police officer and took the recruit away from him, she (an aunt of the lad unlawfully taken) was the first to catch hold of the bridle of the horse on which he was being carried off.  The other, who sat doing nothing, was a kindly, grey-haired old woman, hunchbacked and with a flat bosom.  She sat behind the stove on the bedshelf, and pretended to catch a fat four-year-old boy, who ran backwards and forwards in front of her, laughing gaily.  This boy had only a little shirt on and his hair was cut short.  As he ran past the old woman he kept repeating, “There, haven’t caught me!” This old woman and her son were accused of incendiarism.  She bore her imprisonment with perfect cheerfulness, but was concerned about her son, and chiefly about her “old man,” who she feared would get into a terrible state with no one to wash for him.  Besides these seven women, there were four standing at one of the open windows, holding on to the iron bars.  They were making signs and shouting to the convicts whom Maslova had met when returning to prison, and who were now passing through the yard.  One of these women was big and heavy, with a flabby body, red hair, and freckled on her pale yellow face, her hands, and her fat neck.  She shouted something in a loud, raucous voice, and laughed hoarsely.  This woman was serving her term for theft.  Beside her stood an awkward, dark little woman, no bigger than a child of ten, with a long waist and very short legs, a red, blotchy face, thick lips which did not hide her long teeth, and eyes too far apart.  She broke by fits and starts into screeching laughter at what was going on in the yard.  She was to be tried for stealing and incendiarism.  They called her Khoroshavka.  Behind her, in a very dirty grey chemise, stood a thin, miserable-looking pregnant woman, who was to be tried for concealment of theft.  This woman stood silent, but kept smiling with pleasure and approval at what was going on below.  With these stood a peasant woman of medium height, the mother of the boy who was playing with the old woman and of a seven-year-old girl.  These were in prison with her because she had no one to leave them with.  She was serving her term of imprisonment for illicit sale of spirits.  She stood a little further from the window knitting a stocking, and though she listened to the other prisoners’ words she shook her head disapprovingly, frowned, and closed her eyes.