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However, this mood did not last long. Elena
Paulovna’s birthday, the 5th of September, was
approaching; it was always celebrated as a
great festival. All the neighbours for more than
thirty miles round—about a hundred persons—
came to Palibino, and some special entertainment
used to be given that day—fireworks,
tableaux vivants, or theatricals.
Elena Paulovna was very fond of theatricals,
and was a very talented actress herself. That
year, a small stage had been built at Palibino,
with scenery, wings, curtain, etc. In the
neighbourhood were some good amateur actors, who
were always ready to take part. Elena
Paulovna did not think it proper to show too much
interest in the matter herself, for she wished
people to suppose that it was all got up for the
sake of her grown-up daughter. And now it
was rather awkward that Aniuta had worked
herself up into this saintly mood! So she began
by degrees, very carefully, to hint at the
forthcoming festival. Aniuta did not yield at once;
at first she even showed great contempt for the
affair. ‘So much trouble! What’s the use of
it?’ But at last she gave way, with the air of
one yielding to persuasion.
The difficult thing was to find a suitable play,
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