"The birth itself, that's nothing; but the months of carrying the child--that's what's so intolerable," she thought, picturing to herself her last pregnancy, and the death of the last baby.
And she recalled the conversation she had just had with the young woman at the inn.
On being asked whether she had any children, the handsome young woman had answered cheerfully: "I had a girl baby, but God set me free; I buried her last Lent.
" "Well, did you grieve very much for her?" asked Darya Alexandrovna.
"Why grieve? The old man has grandchildren enough as it is.

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