Part 8 Chapter 7

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."Yes, yes, sh--sh--sh--" was all Kitty an