To me, - Olya began to impose sugar in tea, so as not to look at the old man. Itching in the nose and stinging eyes from this conversation. - Okay, let's get it right. I promised to tell you everything, but first tell me about Marina and about the evening when she was with you.

- Oh, Marina! - Lavrik gathered his bristly chin into a fist. Deep wrinkles gathered over the bridge of the nose. - She was a good girl. Not stupid. And her mother spat her how much in vain. She drank, took men to the house. But Marinka, no, no, did not take a drop...