kneel in front of her. The little girl was still trembling; but the

boy, kneeling on his little bare knees, lifted his hand

rhythmically, crossing himself with precision and bowed down, touching

the floor with his forehead, which seemed to afford him especial

satisfaction. Katerina Ivanovna bit her lips and held back her

tears; she prayed, too, now and then pulling straight the boy's shirt,

and managed to cover the girl's bare shoulders with a kerchief,

which she took from the chest without rising from her knees or ceasing