““Vasilisa had not seen her daughter for four years. Her daughter, Yefimya, had gone after her wedding to Petersburg, had sent them two letters, and since then seemed to vanish out of their lives—there had been no sight or sound of her. And whether the old woman was milking her cow at dawn, or heating her stove, or dozing at night, she was always thinking of one and the same thing—what was happening to Yefimya, whether she was alive out yonder. She ought to have sent a letter, but the old father could not write, and there was no one to write.””
