had always looked with a jaundiced eye at other peoples

On the canal bank near the bridge and not two houses away from the

one where Sonia lodged, there was a crowd of people, consisting

principally of gutter children. The hoarse broken voice of Katerina

Ivanovna could be heard from the bridge, and it certainly was a

strange spectacle likely to attract a street crowd. Katerina

Ivanovna in her old dress with the green shawl, wearing a torn straw

hat, crushed in a hideous way on one side, was really frantic. She was

exhausted and breathless. Her wasted consumptive face looked more