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lived. Wassily takes no notice of her angrv protest, but goes out bearing the shawl. This, indeed, is her defeat. She sits down. This is not a moment for the hard remorseless fighting she has been engaged in. She simply sits down. And gradually her face puckers into a grotesque, miserable dog-like howl.
Presently, however, she is creeping around the house. Where is Ivan and where is Anna? She opens the door to the yard, listening and muttering silently. A curtain of steady rain drips off the thatch in front of her. She tries another door. Darkness and quiet, and the sound of rain. It only remains to confirm the truth. Anna's door . . .
She draws back hurriedly in shadow. Wassily comes out, turns, closing the door and sees her. They stare at each other. The house becomes taut with the destruction wrought. He goes without speaking.
Revolution has ended the War. It is new Russia, and time has elapsed. Wassilissa has joyously greeted the return of the smith. Women come to her. We need help with the child's home," they tell her. She prepares to go with them. The smith protests. What will I do if you waste all your time up at that place? His manner is new, war-acquired. In just this simple scene Preobrashenskaja has given a vivid cameo of the hardening effect of war. In some subtle way his charm has gone. When he tries to forciblv detain her, she says quite simply, " That sort of thing is finished with. This is the New Russia," and walks out. The home " is the dilapidated mansion of the late landowner. Hundreds of women and children are clearing and cleaning it up.
A letter has come. The mistress' child comes running,
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