Chekhov's 1891 work village woman In the village of Laiburi, directly opposite the church, stands a two-story house with a stone foundation and an iron roof.The owner, Philip Ivanov Kasin, nicknamed Uncle, lives downstairs with his family.The upstairs is the place where passing officials, businessmen, and landlords stay. It is very hot in summer and very cold in winter.The uncle rented a piece of land, opened a tavern by the boulevard, sold tar, honey, cattle, magpies, and had saved about eight thousand rubles, which he deposited in the town bank. His eldest son, Fyodor, worked as the chief mechanic in the factory, and when the peasants mentioned him, they said that he had climbed a high branch, and now everyone could not reach him.

Fyodor's wife, Sophia, was an ugly, sick country woman who lived in her father-in-law's house, wept all the time, and went to the hospital every Sunday to see a doctor.The uncle's second son, the hunchbacked Alyoshika, lived in his father's house.Not long ago he had married a poor girl named Varvara.This village woman is young, handsome, healthy, and well-groomed.Whenever officials and merchants came to stay, they always asked Varvara to make samovars and make beds for them. One evening in June, the sun had already set, and the air was full of the smell of hay, hot dung, and fresh milk. At this time, an ordinary cart drove into the yard of my uncle's house, and there were three people sitting in the car. : A man in his thirties, wearing canvas clothes, sitting next to a boy of seven or eight years old, wearing a long black jacket with big buttons made of bone, and sitting on the driver's seat is a young man in a red shirt lad.

The young man unloaded the horse and took it for a walk in the street.The passer-by washed his face and said his prayers before the church, then spread out a rug beside the cart and sat down with the boy to supper.He ate in a calm and orderly manner.Uncle has seen many travelers in his life, and now, from his demeanor, he is a serious person with a high self-esteem. The uncle sat on the porch, wearing only a waistcoat and no hat, waiting for the passenger to speak.He is used to listening to passengers talking about various things before going to bed in the evening, and he likes to listen.His wife, Alfonasyevna, and daughter-in-law Sofia were milking the cows in the shed, while another daughter-in-law, Varvara, was sitting upstairs by the open window eating sunflower seeds.

"Is this little guy your son?" the uncle asked the passenger. "No, he is my adopted son, an orphan. I adopted him to save my own soul." They strike up a conversation.It turned out that the passenger was a talkative and eloquent person.The uncle knew from the conversation that he was a small townsman with a property, his name was Matvey Savage, and he was going to check the orchard he rented from the German expatriate; the boy's name was Kuzka.The evening was stuffy and hot, and no one wanted to sleep. When it was dark and pale stars were shining here and there in the sky, Matvey Savage began to tell the story of Kuzka.Alfonasyevna and Sophia were listening at a distance, while Kuzka went to the gate.

"It's a very twisted story, my lord," began Matvey Savage, "and if I were to tell you the whole story of it, it wouldn't last a night. About ten years ago there lived an old widow, Marfa Simonovna Kaprontseva, in the little house that adjoined my house in our street, and now the The candle factory and the oil mill. The old widow had two sons, one was a train conductor on the railway, and the other was named Vasya, who was my age and lived in his mother's house. The dead old man Kaprontsev raised five sons. As for the horses, the wagon-drivers were sent all over the city to pull goods. The widow did not abandon this business, and the command of the coachmen was no worse than that of the deceased husband, so some days the few horses alone could earn a full five dollars. A ruble. The lad also makes a small fortune. He breeds pigeons and sells them to fanciers. Sometimes he stands on the roof, throws a broom up, whistles, and the somersaulting pigeons fly up. Yunxiao, he doesn’t think it’s enough, he wants them to fly higher. He often catches squirrels and starlings to make bird cages... It’s not worth mentioning, but it might be worth a month’s worth of this kind of small job. You can earn ten rubles too. Well, the sun and the moon are flying, and the old woman's legs are paralyzed, and she can't get up in bed. In this way, the lack of a mistress in the house is like a person lacking eyes. The old woman was restless, and decided to marry his Vasya a wife. She immediately called the matchmaker, talked and talked like a woman's house, and after a while, our Vasya went out on a blind date. He fell in love with the widow Samohvari Ha's daughter Mashenka. They settled the marriage without much delay, and within a week it was all over. The girl was young, about seventeen, small in stature, but fair and pretty, and in every way resembling a Miss, the dowry she brought is also good: five hundred rubles in cash, a cow, and a bed... The old woman seemed to have a premonition that she would die on the third day after her son's marriage, Went to the place where there is neither sickness nor sighing. The newlyweds buried the dead and began to live together. The first half year was smooth for them, but suddenly a new disaster came. As the saying goes, 'Misfortunes never come singly' , Vasya was conscripted into the army. Poor man, he was forced to join the army, and he was not even allowed to pay for his exemption from military service. They shaved his head and sent him to the Polish Empire. That's God I can't think of anything. When he said goodbye to his wife in the yard, he was fine, but when he took a last look at the hayloft where the pigeons lived, his tears couldn't stop. I feel pitiful. At first Mashenka was afraid that she would be bored by herself, so she took her mother to live with her. Her mother lived there until this Kuzka was born, and then went to Oboyan to find her other daughter who was also married. I left Mashenka and the baby alone. The five peasants who drove the wagons were drunkards and played around all day. But the horses and the wagons had to be looked after, and the fences were broken or Soot fires in the chimney are beyond the control of a woman, and she always asks my neighbor for help in these little things.

Okay, I'll go, do some cooking, come up with an idea or something. ...Of course, I can't avoid going into the house, drinking a sip of tea, and chatting.I am a young and bright fellow who likes to talk about all kinds of things.She, too, was educated and knew etiquette. She dresses neatly and always wears a parasol when she goes out in summer.Sometimes I enlighten her, tell her about religion or politics, and she thinks I think highly of her, so she invites me to drink tea and eat fruit jam. ... In short, don't talk too much, old man, I'll tell you straight, that in less than a year the devil, the enemy of man, has captivated my mind.I gradually felt that I didn't go to see her one day, as if I was uncomfortable and bored.I always find a reason to go to her place.I said, "It's time for you to install windows for winter," so I stayed with her all day, fixing windows for her, and leaving two windows for the next day. Vasya should be count the pigeons to see if they got lost, 'anyway, I just find excuses like this. I always talk to her through the fence, and then I simply opened a hole in the fence to avoid detours. The door. In this world, women are always the cause of a lot of evil and misfortune. Don't be fooled by us sinners, even the saints. Mashenka didn't tell me not to go to her again. She doesn't miss Her husband, who is so guarded, fell in love with me. I began to notice that she too was bored, walking up and down the fence, looking at my yard through the gaps in the fence. On Thursday, Easter week, I was going to the market early in the morning, and I walked through her door just before dawn, when the devil came. I looked in (her door had a row of empty ), she was already awake, and she happened to be standing in the middle of the yard feeding the ducks. I couldn’t help calling her. She came over and looked at me from across the grid. Her face was pale, and her warm eyes were full of sleepiness. .

... I liked her so much that I started to say something nice about her, as if we were speaking not at the door but at a name-day party.She blushed, smiled, and kept looking at my face without blinking her eyes.Fascinated, I told her how much I loved her. ... She opened the door and let me in, and we've lived as a couple since that morning. " The hunchbacked Alyoshika came from the street into the yard, panting, and ran into the main house without looking at anyone.A minute later, he ran out of the room with the accordion in hand, and the copper coins in his pocket were left behind.

"Who is this from your family?" Matvey Savage asked. "He is my son Alexei," replied the uncle. "He's gone drinking, the wretch. God made him hunchbacked, so we're not too strict." "He's always drinking with his companions, always drinking," sighed Alfonasyevna. "Before Maslenitsa, we married him, thinking he would be better, but it was worse." "It's really useless. Instead, I married someone else's daughter for nothing," said the uncle. Behind the church, some people sang a moving dirge.The lyrics are indistinct, only the singing: two tenors and a bass.Everyone was listening to music, and the yard became very quiet. ... Two singing voices stopped suddenly, laughing loudly, and the third singing voice, the tenor, continued to sing, and the key was so high that everyone couldn't help looking up, as if the voice was so high that it flew into the sky.Varvara came out of the room, shaded her eyes with her hands, as if from the sun, and looked at the church.

"It was the priest's son singing with the teacher," she said. The three voices sang together again.Matvey Savage sighed, and went on: "That's how it happened, sir. Two years later, we received a letter from Vasya from Warsaw, saying that the officer sent him home to recuperate." .he is sick. By this time I'd let go of the muddle in my head, and I'd been offered a pretty good wife, but I didn't know how to make a clean break with my mistress.Every day I plan to talk to Mashenka, but I don't know how to talk without causing a woman to cry.This letter just helped me.I read the letter with Mashenka, who was as white as snow, and I said, "Thank God, now you're going to be a husband and wife again." But she said to me, "I don't want live with him. ''Hey, isn't he your husband? 'I say. ' That's easy to say. ... I never loved him, and I did not marry him willingly.It was my mother who forced me to marry. ’ I said: “Don’t push it all out, silly girl. Tell me: Did you marry him in the church?” She said: “Yes, but I love You, I want to live with you until I die.Let others laugh. ...I don't care. ...' I said: "You are a religious person, and you have read the Bible, what is written in it?" "Since you are married to a husband, you have to live with him," said the uncle.

"Husband and wife are connected by flesh and blood. I said:" I have sinned with you before, so don't do it again in the future. People must have a conscience and fear God.We apologize to Vasya, he is gentle and always timid, he won't kill you.Besides,' said I, 'better to be tortured in this world by your lawful husband, than to have your teeth rattled at the Last Judgment. 'This bitch doesn't listen to me, she made up her mind, it's useless if you say it out loud! 'I love you,' she kept saying, and nothing else.Vasya returned early in the morning on the Saturday before Pentecost.I could see clearly through the fence: he ran into the house, came out with Kuzka in his arms, laughed and cried, kissed Kuzka, looked at the hayloft, and he couldn't bear to leave Kuzka behind. Ka, want to play with pigeons again.He is a gentle and affectionate man.The day passed smoothly, quietly, without incident.The church bell was ringing for vespers, and I thought to myself: Tomorrow is Pentecost, why don't their gates and fences be decorated with green branches and leaves?I thought, something is wrong.

I went to their house.When I saw him, he was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, his eyes were rolling around, as if he was drunk, tears were streaming down his cheeks, and his hands were shaking.From a package he took bagels, necklaces, treacle biscuits, and other presents, and threw them on the floor.Kuzka, then three years old, crawled around beside him, chewing on treacle cookies.And Mashenka, standing by the stove, pale and trembling, muttered: "I'm not your wife, I don't want to live with you," and she said all kinds of stupid things. But I said to Vasya Knelt down and said: "We are sorry for you, Vasily Maximich, for Christ's sake spare us! ’ Then I stood up and said to Mashenka: “You, Marya Semyonovna, you must wash Vasily Maksimitch’s feet now and drink up the water. Yes. You should be his obedient wife, and pray to God for me,' I said, 'God, be merciful and forgive my sins!' As if an angel came to guide me, I told her I taught, and spoke so emotionally, that even I was moved to tears. So, about two days later, Vasya came to me. He said: "Machusha, I forgive you, and Forgive my wife and God bless you.She is the wife of a soldier. She is young and it is difficult to keep her chastity.She is neither the first nor the last to do such a thing.But, I beg you, go on as if nothing happened to you, if you don't show your face.I,' said he, 'will do my best to please her in every possible way, that she may like me again. 'He shook hands with me, drank tea for a while, and left happily.I thought to myself: OK, thank goodness.I'm also happy that things are going so well.But Vasya had hardly left the yard when Mashenka came.What a crime!She put her arms around my neck and begged me, crying, "For God's sake, don't leave me. I can't live without you." "I yelled at her, stomped her feet, dragged her into the hall, and shut my door. I yelled: 'Go to your husband!'Don't make me lose face in front of everyone, you have to fear God! 'There is such a scene every day.One morning I was standing by the stable in the yard, fixing the bridle.Suddenly, when I saw her, she came running through the wicket into my yard, barefoot and wearing only a skirt, and ran straight to me.She threw her arms around the bridle and got tar all over her body.She was shaking and crying. ...'I can't live with this nasty guy, I can't stand it!If you don't love me, you just kill me. ’ I got angry and hit her twice with the bridle, at the same time Vasya also came running through the gate and shouted desperately: "Don't hit her! Don't hit her! ’ But he himself came running, mad, and beating her with his fists, and then threw her down and stomped on her.I started to protect her, but he picked up the reins and whipped her.As he twitched, he screamed like a colt: "Hiss, hiss, hiss!" "I should have taken the reins and told you to taste it..." Varvara muttered, walking away. go out. "Damn thing, bully our sisters. ..." "Shut up!" the uncle yelled at her. "Mare!" "He kept yelling:" Hiss, hiss, hiss! ’” continued Matvey Savage. “A driver came running from his yard, and I called one of my workmen, and the three of us took Mashenka from him and brought her back to the go home.Shame! That evening I went to their house to have a look.She was lying on the bed, wrapped in bandages, only showing her eyes and nose, looking at the ceiling.I said: "Hello, Marya Semyonovna!" She was silent. Vasya was sitting in another room, holding his head and crying: "What a fool!"I ruined my life!Lord, call me dead! ' I sat beside Mashenka for half an hour, giving her advice.I scare her a little bit.I said, "The man who obeys the law will go to heaven in another world, but you will go with your whores to the burning hell. . . . Do not rebel against your husband, go to him, Kneel down to him.' But she didn't say a word, she didn't even blink her eyes, as if I was talking to a pillar. The next day Vasya fell ill, like cholera, and near evening, people heard Said he was dead. He was buried. Mashenka did not go to the cemetery, she did not want her shameless face and her scars to be seen. Soon there was talk among the townspeople that Vasya did not die of illness. , but was killed by Mashenka. The word reached the authorities. They examined Vasya's body, disemboweled him, and found arsenic in his stomach. That's when the truth came to light. The police came and took Ma Schenka took the innocent Kuzka with him. They all went to jail. This bitch asked for trouble, God punished her. . . . After about eight months, the case There was a public trial. I remember, she was sitting on a bench, wearing a white turban and a gray prison uniform. She was thin, pale, with piercing eyes, and she looked pitiful. Behind her stood a soldier with a gun. She pleaded not guilty. Some people said in court that she poisoned her husband to death, while others proved that her husband committed suicide because of his heartache. I will also be a witness. When I was asked by the court, I acted on my conscience , said everything. I said, "She is guilty, and there is no need to cover it up. She does not love her husband, and she has a strong disposition. . . . ' The interrogation began in the morning, and the verdict was delivered towards the end of the night, and she was exiled to Siberia for thirteen years of hard labor.After this sentence, Mashenka remained in our prison for another three months.I went to see her, and, out of kindness, brought her tea and sugar.But she trembled when she saw me, waved her hands, and muttered, "Go away! Go away!" She held Kuzka in her arms, as if she was afraid I would take him away. I said, "Look at you!" What happened!Oh, Masha⑦, Masha, you suicidal man!When I enlightened you, you didn't listen to me. Look, now you have to complain.You are guilty,' said I, 'it is your own fault. ’ I kept telling her, but she said, “Go away! Go away!” She pulled Kuzka back to the wall, trembling all over. When they escorted her from us to the provincial capital, I sent her to Station, and put a ruble in her bag to save my soul. But she didn't make it to Siberia. . . . She caught a fever in the provincial capital and died in prison." "A dog deserves a dog's death," said the uncle. "They brought Kuzka home. . . . I thought it over and adopted him. Yes, he's a living man, a Christian, even though he's the offspring of a prisoner. . . . I pity him. I will raise him to be a clerk, and if I have no children, I will promote him to be a merchant. Now, I always take him with me wherever I go, so that he can learn a little." While Matvey Savage was speaking, Kuzka had been sitting on a small rock by the gate, resting his head on his hands, looking at the sky.From afar, he looked like a small stump in the dark. "Kuzka, go to bed!" Matvey Savage yelled at him. "By the way, it's time to go to sleep," said the uncle, standing up.He yawned loudly and added: "A person who acts according to his own temperament and doesn't listen to other people's words will end up like this in the end." The moon had swum into the sky above the yard.It scurries one way, while the cloud beneath it scurries the other way.The floating clouds have gone far away, but the moon is still hanging over the yard.Matvey Savage prayed to the church for a while, said good night, and lay down on the ground beside the cart.Kuzka also prayed for a while, lay down on the cart, and covered himself with his clothes.To sleep comfortably, he made a small hole in the hay and curled up so that his elbows touched his knees.From the yard, the uncle could be seen lighting a candle in the downstairs room, putting on his glasses, and standing in the corner, holding a small book in his hand.He read for a long time and kept bowing. The passengers fell asleep.Alfonasyevna and Sophia went to the cart to look at Kuzka. "The orphan is asleep," said the old woman. "He is thin and skinny, only skin and bones. When his mother is away, there is no one to take care of him." "My Glishutka is about two years older than him," Sophia said. "He stays like a slave in the factory, without his mother. I'm afraid the foreman will beat him. Just now when I looked at the little fellow, I thought of my Glishutka, and my blood clotted .” They were silent for a while. "Perhaps he doesn't remember his mother," said the old woman. "How could he remember!" Big tears fell from Sophia's eyes. "He's curled up," she said.She was full of tenderness and pity, weeping and laughing. "Poor little orphan." Kuzka shuddered and opened his eyes.He saw before him an ugly, wrinkled, tear-stained face, and beside it an old, toothless face with a pointed chin and a hooked nose, with a bottomless sky, running clouds and Moon, he cried out in fright.Sophia screamed too.The two calls caused an echo, and a wave of uneasiness passed through the stuffy air.Somewhere nearby the watchmen rang their clappers, and a dog barked.Matvey Savage muttered something in his sleep and turned over. It was late at night, and when the uncle, the old woman, and the nearby night watchmen were all asleep, Sophia went outside the gate and sat down on a bench.She felt stuffy and had a headache from crying.The street was wide and long, two versts to the right and almost as long to the left, and the end of either side was invisible.The moon had left the courtyard and swam behind the church.Half of the street was bathed in moonlight and half in shadow.The slender shadows of the poplars and the starling's nest stretched across the street, and the shadow of the church, black and terrible, spread broad across the street, covering Uncle's gate and half the house. There was no one on the street, it was quiet.Occasionally, faint music came from the end of the street, probably Alyoshka playing his accordion. In the shadows by the church wall, something alive was moving, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a cow, or perhaps nothing but a large bird rustling among the trees.But then, a figure came out from the shadows, stopped, said something, it was a man's voice, and then walked into the alley near the church.After a while, about two yards away from the gate, another figure appeared.It came straight from the church toward the gate, and stopped when it saw Sophia sitting on the pew. "Varvara, could it be you?" asked Sophia. "So what if it's me?" It was indeed Varvara.She stood there for a minute, then walked over to the bench and sat down. "Where have you been?" Sophia asked. Varvara did not answer a word. "Don't get too carried away and make trouble, you little wife," said Sophia. "Did you hear Mashenka being stomped and reined just now? Take care, you don't end up like this." "Whatever." Varvara laughed with her mouth hidden in her kerchief, and whispered: "Just now I was playing with the priest's son." "nonsense!" "real!" "It's a crime!" Sophia whispered. "Forget it. . . . What is there to regret? Sin is sin, and life like this is better than being struck by lightning. I am young and healthy, and my husband is hunchbacked, nasty, rude, and worse than damn I was not as good as my uncle. When I was a girl, I couldn’t get enough to eat, I was barefoot and had no shoes. I wanted to escape from this kind of poverty. I was greedy for Alyoshka’s money, so I fell into a trap. The fish got into the fishing basket. In my opinion, it is easier to sleep with a poisonous snake than with that annoying Alyoshika. Besides, what about your life? I can't bear to watch it .Your Fyodor kicked you out of the factory and sent you to live in his father's house, but he himself hooked up with another woman. Your children were taken away and made into their servants. You worked like a cow or a horse. , but I never heard a word of kind words. If so, it would be better to be alone and be an old girl all my life, better to ask a priest's son for half a ruble, better to beg for food, better to jump into a well and kill myself..." "Sin Ah!" Sophia whispered again. "Whatever." The three voices from the back of the church, two tenors and a bass, now sang another dirge.The lyrics are still unclear. "These nocturnal gods..." Varvara said, laughing. She whispered how she had spent her evenings with the priest's son, what he had said to her, what kind of friends he had, how she had teased passing magistrates and merchants.Listening to that sad song, people can't help yearning for a free life, Sophia laughed.When she heard those words, she felt sinful, terrible, and pleasant.She envied Varvara, and secretly regretted that she did not commit such a crime when she was young and beautiful. ... The clock in the old church in the country cemetery struck midnight. "It's time to go to bed now," Sophia stood up and said, "otherwise I will be scolded by my uncle." The two quietly walked into the yard. "I left just now, and I didn't hear what he said about Mashenka afterwards," said Varvara, spreading the quilt by the window. "He said she died in prison. She poisoned her husband." Varvara lay down beside Sophia, pondered for a moment, and whispered: "I really want to kill my Alyoshika. I won't regret it." "You talk nonsense, may God forgive you." Sophia was about to fall asleep when Varvara leaned close to her and said in her ear, "Let's kill Uncle and Alyoshika!" Sophia woke up with a start, said nothing, then opened her eyes and looked at the sky for a long time without blinking her eyelids. "They'll find out," she said. "No. Uncle is old and should die. As for Alyoshka, they will say he died of drunkenness." "I'm afraid. . . . God will kill us." "Whatever it is..." Neither of them could fall asleep, thinking silently. "I'm cold," Sophia said, beginning to shiver. "It's probably almost dawn. ……You fell asleep? " "No. . . . Don't take my word for it, my dear," Varvara whispered. "I hate them so much, these damn things, I don't even know what I'm talking about....Go to sleep, or it will be dawn....Go to sleep...." The two stopped talking, settled Believe it or not, soon fell asleep. The first to wake up was the old woman.She wakes Sophia, and the two of them go into the shed to milk the cows.The hunchbacked Alyoshika came back, too drunk to bring home the accordion.Dust and hay covered his chest and knees, and he had probably fallen on the road.He staggered into the shed, lay down on the hay without undressing, and immediately began to snore.The sun had risen in the east, and its bright light shone on the cross on the church, and then on the windows.The shadows of trees and well booms stretched across the yard on the dewy grass.At this time, Matvey Savage jumped up and began to get busy. "Kuzka, get up!" he yelled. "It's time to set up the car! Hurry up!" The morning hustle begins.A young Jewish woman in a dark brown dress with frills was leading a horse into the courtyard to drink.The boom on the well creaked mournfully, and the buckets clashed. … Kuzka was drowsy and weak, his clothes were covered with dew, and he sat on the cart, dressed lazily, curled up in the cold, and listened to the sound of water splashing from the barrel in the well. "Ma'am," Matvey Savage yelled to Sophia, "go and rush my young man to come and harness the car!" At this moment the uncle called out from a small window: "Sophia, ask a Jewess for a kopek's money! They keep coming, these nasty fellows." Some flocks of sheep came and went on the street, bleating.The village women yelled at the shepherd, and the shepherd played his reed flute, whipped his whip, or cursed back in a low, hoarse bass.Three sheep ran into the yard. They couldn't find the gate, so they bumped their horns against the fence.Amidst the noise, Varvara woke up, picked up the quilt, and walked towards the main room. "You should at least drive the sheep out!" cried the old woman to her. "Mrs!" "That's a good idea! I'm not happy to work for you devil kings," Varvara muttered, and walked into the main room. The travelers greased the axles of the carts and harnessed the horses.The uncle came out of the main room, holding the bill in his hand, sat down on the porch, and began to calculate how much money should be charged to the passengers for accommodation, oats, and horses. "Grandpa, you're asking too much for oats," said Matvey Savage. "Don't take it if you think it's too expensive. Merchant, we didn't force you to take it." The travelers were going to the cart to get into it, but something delayed them for a while.Kuzka lost his hat. "Where did you put it, Piggy?" Matvey Savage called angrily at him. "Where is it?" Kuzka's face changed with horror.He walked round and round the cart, and when he failed to find it, he ran to the gate, and then into the shed.Both the old woman and Sophia helped him find it. "I'm going to screw your ear off!" cried Matvey Savage. "It's really dirty!" The hat was finally found on the bottom of the car.Kuzka brushed the hay off his hat with his sleeve, put it on his head, and timidly climbed into the cart, still with the expression of fear on his face, as if he was afraid that someone might hit him from behind.Matvey Savage crossed himself, the lad pulled the reins, and the wagon set off out of the yard. "Notes" ①Alyoshika above is Alexei's nickname. ②Christian holidays, one week before Lent, you can eat meat and meat at this time. ③Christian holidays, the church stipulates that the fiftieth day after Easter is Pentecost. ④ Vasya above is the pet name of Vasily. ⑤ Mashenka above is a nickname for Maria. ⑥The pet name of Matvey. ⑦ Another nickname for Maria.