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RECOLLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD
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seemed to have undergone a complete change after
that evening—they seemed to have entered upon a
new phase of existence. Dostoévsky entirely ceased
to over-awe Aniuta; on the contrary she even
manifested a desire to contradict him, to tease him. But
he, on his side, began to display an unwonted
nervousness and irritability toward her. He began to
demand an account of how she had spent the day
when he had not been at our house, and to bear
himself with a hostile attitude toward all those people
for whom she showed any enthusiasm. He did not
come to us any less frequently; his visits were even
more frequent than before, although he spent most
of the time in quarrels with my sister.
In the beginning of the acquaintance my sister had
been ready to give up every pleasure, to refuse every
invitation on those days when she expected
Dostoévsky; and if he were in the room, she had paid no
attention to any one else. But now all this was changed.
If he came when we had visitors, she remained calmly
seated, and continued to entertain her guests. It even
happened that she was invited somewhere on the
evening when it had been arranged that he should
come to see her, in which case she wrote to him and
excused herself.
On the following day Feodor Mikhàilovitch came,
still in a rage. Aniuta pretended that she did not
observe his bad humor, took her work, and began to
embroider.
This enraged Dostoévsky more than ever; he sat
down in the corner and remained persistently silent.
My sister was silent also.
"Come, put away your embroidery," Feödor
Mikhàilovitch said at last, unable to restrain his temper,
and took her embroider}7 out of her hands.
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