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‘Where did you go yesterday?’ he would
burst out at last in an irritated tone.
‘To a ball,’ Aniuta replies.
‘You danced?’
‘Of course.’
‘With your cousin?’
‘With him and with others.’
‘And you find pleasure in those things!’
Aniuta shrugs her shoulders.
‘Why shouldn’t I?’ she replies, resuming her
work.
‘You are a frivolous, thoughtless doll,’ he
exclaims at last.
In this way they used to talk.
But in proportion as the relations between
these two seemed to become more strained, the
friendship between Dostojevsky and Tania grew
warmer. Of course her blind admiration
flattered him, and he would frequently hold up
Tania as an example to her sister.
When Aniuta pretended not to understand his
paradoxes, Fedor Michajlovitsch would fire up,
exclaiming:
‘You have a shallow and narrow mind! look
at your sister! She understands me, she has
depth and delicacy of mind.’
On these occasions Tania blushed with delight,
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