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(1895) [MARC] Author: Sofja Kovalevskaja, Anne Charlotte Leffler, Ellen Key
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SÖNYA KOVALÉVSKY

easy, or rather, it is not easy, to imagine the scene
that followed. The second misfortune was, that in
this letter Dostoévsky had sent to my sister the
payment for her stories, something over three hundred
rubles, as I recall it. This circumstance, viz., that
my sister was receiving money from a strange man,
unknown to any one, seemed to father so disgraceful
and insulting that it made him ill. He had heart
disease and gall stones. The doctor had said that any
emotion was injurious to him and might bring about
sudden death, and the possibility of such a
catastrophe was a terror for the family in general. He
turned black in the face every time we children did
anything to displease him, and we were immediately
seized with fear that we had killed him. And here,
all of a sudden, what a blow! And the house was
full of guests, as if expressly!

Some regiment or other was stationed in our county
town that year. All the officers, and with them the
colonel, had come to us for mama’s name-day, and had
brought the regimental band, by way of a surprise.

The festival dinner had ended about three hours
before this. All the chandeliers and candelabra in
the big hall up-stairs were lighted, and the guests,
who had had time to rest after dinner and dress for
the ball, had begun to assemble. The young officers,
panting and aching, were drawing on their white
gloves. Airy young ladies, in tarletan gowns and
huge crinolines, which were then in fashion, were
twisting about in front of the mirrors. My Aniuta
generally bore herself loftily toward all this
company, but now the festive surroundings, the ball
music, the flood of lights, the consciousness that she was
the handsomest and the most beautifully dressed
woman at the ball, all these things intoxicated her.

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