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He seized the paper , but she snatched them away , exclaiming , `` You dare to tear up my accounts . '' He laughed , suddenly embraced her , and kissed her lips as he had done when he was a child . She shook herself free and wiped her mouth . `` I toil till midnight , adding up and writing down every kopek , and he tears up my work . That is why you never wrote about money matters , gave any orders , made any preparations , or did anything of the kind . Did you never think of your estate ? '' `` Not at all , Granny .