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time; and she could not bear any longer to
submit to the many restraints which are
unavoidable when living with others. So, with the help
of friends, she took apartments, and got a
housekeeper, who was to take care of the child as well,
bought some pieces of furniture, and sent for
others from Russia. However, even this home
bore the stamp of a temporary arrangement,
ready to be broken up at any moment.
The drawing-room furniture, which had come
from Russia, was quite characteristic. It was
from her parents’ house, and recalled all the
pomp and splendour of an old mansion. It had
filled a huge room, and consisted of: a sofa,
which occupied the whole length of one wall, a
corner sofa, deep arm-chairs, all of richly carved
mahogany, and upholstered with scarlet silk
damask; however, the stuff was torn here
and there, the stuffing worn out, the springs
partly broken. Sonia meant to have it all
repaired, and the furniture re-covered; but this
was never done, partly because, according to
Russian ideas, ragged furniture was nothing
extraordinary, partly because Sonia never felt
really at home in Stockholm. To her it was
only a station on a journey, and she did not
care to spend anything on it.
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