Marmeladov, the Criminal!

Marmeladov entered his wife's room and found her in a frenzy. She had not heard them and did not notice them coming in. The youngest child, a girl of six, was asleep, sitting curled up on the floor with her head on the sofa. A boy a year older stood crying and shaking in the corner. Probably he had just had a beating. Beside him stood a girl of nine years old, tall and thin, wearing a thin and raggish chemise with an ancient cashmere police flung over her bare shoulders. Her arm, as thin as a stick, was round her brother's neck. At the same time, her large dark eyes were watching