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horse. Sometimes at night the wolves come
quite near to the manor. Tania remembers a
beautiful winter night; the cold was so intense
that it almost stopped your breath. There was
no moon, but the snow and millions of large
brilliant stars made it quite light. The family
was assembled in the large drawing-room; they
had had their tea; the children had not yet gone
to bed; their mother was playing the piano, and
their father smoking and playing patience, when
Ilia, the valet, appeared at the door.
‘What is the matter?’ Ivan Sergejevitsch
asked.
‘The wolves have gathered near the lake; I
thought perhaps your Excellence might like to
see them and hear them howl.’
The children got very excited, and were
allowed to go out on the terrace with the valet.
First there was deep silence for some
moments, but at length a long trembling howl was
heard; instantly others answered, and a strange
concert began, so sad and gloomy that it made
you feel quite melancholy. Even Polka, the
dog, felt very uncomfortable, drew in his tail
between his legs, and kept close to the children.
A nervous shiver seized them all, and they
hurried into the warm cosy room again.
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