I was 13 years old at that time.
I have a familiar laundress, a drunken drunk.
Her one daughter, a maid, married a general. Laundress lived comfortably on the funds that sent her rich daughter. This is where my acquaintance with her settled.
She had another daughter, a very beautiful girl, but insane. She, as I knew, loved the officer, went with him. And he threw her.
And so the girl went mad.
... In winter, at Yuletide, I went with my mother disguised in the suburb, to friends of the washerwoman. I liked some fat girl. She led me away from the stove and kissed me with some special kisses that made me dizzy and unpleasantly disturbed me. Returning late from the guests, the drunken laundress suggested that I spend the night at her place. It was far from Sukonnaya Sloboda. I agreed, and the washerwoman showed me a place to sleep: on the chest, in her daughter's room.
I was 13 years old at that time. Do not hesitate at my presence, the laundress undressed the daughter and laid her on the bed against the chest on which I lay. She put it and left, putting out the fire. I could not sleep. I was excited by the fat girl's kisses.I recalled the love stories I heard about.