“Take me back, Babushka,” I could hear his shaken voice imploring.
Alexandra Ivanovna shuddered, and asked: "Babushka, at whom are you cawing?"
She's called Matushkin, because my babushka is no babushka to her, but is her matushka.
“I will pay you for it, babushka,” he said to the old woman.
Ask the babushka's forgiveness,” he said, “and don't you ever do it again; I saw you take the apple.
She moved closer to the old woman, and said affably: "Babushka Stepanida, there is something I have been wanting to ask you."
There sat the babushka Stepanida, a black figure in her black shawl, gaunt and shrivelled.