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enjoyed great privileges; in fact, she had her
own way in everything. She went to the
drawing-room whenever she liked, and from
her earliest childhood, was admired for her
beauty and charming manners, as well as for
her clever answers. Tania and Fedia were only
allowed to appear on festive occasions; as a
rule, they lunched and dined in the nursery.
Now and then, Nastasja, Madame Rajevski’s
maid, would rush into the nursery.
‘Good Njania, be quick, put the light blue
silk frock on Fedia, her ladyship wants to shew
him to the guests.’
‘And what about Tania?’ Njania asks in a
tone as if she knew what the answer would
be.
‘Tania isn’t wanted, she had better stay here,
the dirty little thing,’ and the maid laughs, well
knowing that Njania will be annoyed. And,
indeed, she feels quite cross, and keeps walking up
and down in the room, muttering between her
teeth, while she throws pitying glances at the
little girl, and now and then strokes her hair:
‘Poor thing! my poor little pet!’
It is night: Njania has put Tania and Fedia
to bed, but she has not taken off her silk
handkerchief yet; this act which marks that work is
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