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It is evening; Tania sits in the schoolroom;
she has finished her lessons for to-morrow, but
her governess has kept her back on purpose, as
she does not want her to go and join the others.
She hears music from the drawing-room. Elena
Paulovna generally plays on the piano of an
evening; she knows a great deal of music by
heart, and can go on for hours with her
improvisations from one tune to another. It is Tania’s
great delight to listen to her mother’s playing.
At last she is allowed to escape, and rushes
up stairs. When she enters the drawing-room,
Elena Paulovna has stopped playing,
and sits on the sofa with Aniuta and Fedia,
one on each side, clinging to her. They
are chatting and laughing, and don’t take any
notice of Tania at all. She joins them for a few
moments, hoping to attract their attention, but
in vain. She feels a chill in her heart; ‘they
enjoy themselves better without me,’ is her
bitter thought, and instead of covering her
mother’s delicate hands with kisses, as she had
been longing to do, she retires to a remote
corner, and keeps sulking till the party is called
in to tea, whereupon she has to go to bed.
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