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

" Who is this — Aniuta 1" asked uncle, pointing at
me.

"What are you thinking of, Fedya? Aniuta is
quite a grown girl already. That is only Sönya!"
mama corrected him, in a hurt voice.

" Goodness, how your daughters have grown!
Look out, Liza, if you don’t take care you ’11 be set
down among the old people!" he said, laughingly, as
he kissed me. I felt an involuntary shame, and
blushed all over at his kiss.

At dinner uncle occupied the place of honor, beside
mama, of course. He ate with great appetite, which
did not, however, prevent his talking the whole time,
without cessation. He narrated divers Petersburg
news and bits of gossip, which often amused all, and
broke out into hearty, merry, ringing laughter
himself. Every one listened to him with great attention;
even papa treated him with much respect, without a
shadow of that haughty, patronizingly scornful
manner which he so frequently used with young relatives
who came to visit us, and which the latter disliked
extremely.

The more I looked at my new uncle the more he
pleased me. He had managed to bathe and change
his clothes, and no one, to look at his fresh, healthy
face, would have guessed that he was just from a
journey. His short coat, of thick English material,
opening widely, sat particularly well on him, not at
all as on other people. But his hands pleased me
most of all — large, white, well-cared-for hands, with
shining nails, like large pink almonds. I never took
my eyes from him during the whole of dinner, and I
even forgot to eat, so absorbed was I in scrutinizing
him.

After dinner uncle seated himself on the little cor-

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