There was a doctor, it appeared, next door but one.
"I've sent for a doctor," he kept assuring Katerina Ivanovna, "don't be uneasy, I'll pay.

Haven't you water ?...

and give me a napkin or a towel, anything, as quick as you can....

He is injured, but not killed, believe me....

We shall see what the doctor says!" Katerina Ivanovna ran to the window; there, on a broken chair in the corner, a large earthenware basin full of water had been stood, in readiness for washing her children's and husband's linen that night.
This washing was done by Katerina Ivanovna at night at least twice a week, if not oftener.