Book 2 Chapter 5 Maslovas Aunt

"And where does she live?" Nekhludoff asked.

"In this very house," answered the boy, pointing to a hut, in
front of which, on the footpath along which Nekhludoff was
walking, a tiny, flaxen-headed infant stood balancing himself
with difficulty on his rickety legs.

"Vaska! Where's the little scamp got to?" shouted a woman, with a
dirty grey blouse, and a frightened look, as she ran out of the
house, and, rushing forward, seized the baby before Nekhludoff
came up to it, and carried it in, just as if she were afraid that
Nekhludoff would hurt her child.

This was the woman whose husband was imprisoned for Nekhludoff's
birch trees.

"Well, and this Matrona, is she also poor?" Nekhludoff asked, as
they came up to Matrona's house.

"She poor? No. Why, she sells spirits," the thin, pink little boy
answered decidedly.

When they reached the house Nekhludoff left the boys outside and
went through the passage into the hut. The hut was 14 feet long.
The bed that stood behind the big stove was not long enough for a
tall person to stretch out on. "And on this very bed," Nekhludoff
thought, "Katusha bore her baby and lay ill afterwards." The
greater part of the hut was taken up by a loom, on which the old
woman and her eldest granddaughter were arranging the warp when
Nekhludoff came in, striking his forehead against the low
doorway. Two other grandchildren came rushing in after
Nekhludoff, and stopped, holding on to the lintels of the door.