tendrils　towards　the　sunlight；　with　green；　needle…shaped　blades
  of　grass　and　young；　dew…coated　pods　peering　through　last　year's
  leaves；　and　growing　juicily　green　in　the　perennial　shade；　as
  though　they　care　nothing　for　the　bright　sunshine　which　is　playing
  on　the　leaves　of　the　apple…trees　above　them。　In　this　density
  there　is　always　moisturealways　a　smell　of　confined；　perpetual
  shade；　of　cobwebs；　fallen　apples　（turning　black　where　they　roll
  on　the　mouldy　sod）；　raspberries；　and　earwigs　of　the　kind　which
  impel　one　to　reach　hastily　for　more　fruit　when　one　has
  inadvertently　swallowed　a　member　of　that　insect　tribe　with　the
  last　berry。　At　every　step　one's　movements　keep　flushing　the
  sparrows　which　always　make　their　home　in　these　depths；　and　one
  hears　their　fussy　chirping　and　the　beating　of　their　tiny；
  fluttering　wings　against　the　stalks；　and　catches　the　low　buzzing
  of　a　bumble　bee　somewhere；　and　the　sound　of　the　gardener's
  footsteps　（it　is　half…daft　Akim）　on　the　path　as　he　hums　his
  eternal　sing…song　to　himself。　Then　one　mutters　under　one's
  breath；　〃No！　Neither　he　nor　any　one　else　shall　find　me　here！〃　yet
  still　one　goes　on　stripping　juicy　berries　from　their　conical
  white　pilasters；　and　cramming　them　into　one's　mouth。　At　length；
  one's　legs　soaked　to　the　knees　as　one　repeats；　over　and　over
  again；　some　rubbish　which　keeps　running
  in　one's　head；　and　one's　hands　and　nether　limbs　（despite　the
  protection　of　one's　wet　trousers）　thoroughly　stung　with　the
  nettles；　one　comes　to　the　conclusion　that　the　sun's　rays　are
  beating　too　straight　upon　one's　head　for　eating　to　be　any　longer
  desirable；　and；　sinking　down　into　the　tangle　of　greenery；　one
  remains　therelooking　and　listening；　and　continuing　in
  mechanical　fashion　to　strip　off　one　or　two　of　the　finer　berries
  and　swallow　them。
  At　eleven　o'clockthat　is　to　say；　when　the　ladies　had　taken
  their　morning　tea　and　settled　down　to　their　occupationsI　would
  repair　to　the　drawing…room。　Near　the　first　window；　with　its
  unbleached　linen　blind　lowered　to　exclude　the　sunshine；　but
  through　the　chink　of　which　the　sun　kept　throwing　brilliant
  circles　of　light　which　hurt　the　eye　to　look　at　them；　there　would
  be　standing　a　screen；　with　flies　quietly　parading　the　whiteness
  of　its　covering。　Behind　it　would　be　seated　Mimi；　shaking　her　head
  in　an　irritable　manner；　and　constantly　shifting　from　spot　to　spot
  to　avoid　the　sunshine　as　at　intervals　it　darted　her　from
  somewhere　and　laid　a　streak　of　flame　upon　her　hand　or　face。
  Through　the　other　three　windows　the　sun　would　be　throwing　three
  squares　of　light；　crossed　with　the　shadows　of　the　window…frames；
  and　where　one　of　these　patches　marked　the　unstained　floor　of　the
  room　there　would　be　lying；　in　accordance　with　invariable　custom；
  Milka；　with　her　ears　pricked　as　she　watched　the　flies　promenading
  the　lighted　space。　Seated　on　a　settee；　Katenka　would　be　knitting
  or　reading　aloud　as　from　time　to　time　she　gave　her　white　sleeves
  （looking　almost　transparent　in　the　sunshine）　an　impatient　shake；
  or　tossed　her　head　with　a　frown　to　drive　away　some　fly　which　had
  settled　upon　her　thick　auburn　hair　and　was　now　buzzing　in　its
  tangles。　Lubotshka　would　either　be　walking　up　and　down　the　room
  （her　hands　clasped　behind　her）　until　the　moment　should　arrive
  when　a　movement　would　be　made　towards　the　garden；　or　playing　some
  piece　of　which　every　note　had　long　been　familiar　to　me。　For　my
  own　part；　I　would　sit　down　somewhere；　and　listen　to　the　music　or
  the　reading　until　such　time　as　I　myself　should　have　an
  opportunity　of　performing　on　the　piano。　After　luncheon　I　would
  condescend　to　take　the　girls　out　riding　（since　to　go　for　a　mere
  walk　at　that　hour　seemed　to　me　unsuitable　to　my　years　and
  position　in　the　world）；　and　these　excursions　of　oursin　which　I
  often　took　my　companions　through　unaccustomed　spots　and　dells
  were　very　pleasant。　Indeed；　on　some　of　these　occasions　I　grew
  quite　boyish；　and　the　girls　would　praise　my　riding　and　daring；
  and　pretend　that　I　was　their　protector。　In　the　evening；　if　we　had
  no　guests　with　us；　tea　（served　in　the　dim　verandah）；would　be
  followed　by　a　walk　round　the　homestead　with　Papa；　and　then　I
  would　stretch　myself　on　my　usual　settee；　and　read　and　ponder　as
  of　old；　as　I　listened　to　Katenka　or　Lubotshka　playing。　At　other
  times；　if　I　was　alone　in　the　drawing…room　and　Lubotshka　was
  performing　some　old…time　air；　I　would　find　myself　laying　my　book
  down；　and　gazing　through　the　open　doorway　on　to　the　balcony　at
  the　pendent；　sinuous　branches　of　the　tall　birch…trees　where　they
  stood　overshadowed　by　the　coming　night；　and　at　the　clear　sky
  where；　if　one　looked　at　it　intently　enough；　misty；　yellowish
  spots　would　appear　suddenly；　and　then　disappear　again。　Next；　as　I
  listened　to　the　sounds　of　the　music　wafted　from　the　salon；　and　to
  the　creaking　of　gates　and　the　voices　of　the　peasant　women　when
  the　cattle　returned　to　the　village；　I　would　suddenly　bethink　me
  of　Natalia　Savishna　and　of　Mamma　and　of　Karl　Ivanitch；　and　become
  momentarily　sad。　But　in　those　days　my　spirit　was　so　full　of　life
  and　hope　that　such　reminiscences　only　touched　me　in　passing；　and
  soon　fled　away　again。
  After　supper　and　（sometimes）　a　night　stroll　with　some　one　in　the
  garden　（for　I　was　afraid　to　walk　down　the　dark　avenues　by
  myself）；　I　would　repair　to　my　solitary　sleeping…place　on　the
  verandaha　proceeding　which；　despite　the　countless　mosquitos
  which　always　devoured　me；　afforded　me　the　greatest　pleasure。　If
  the　moon　was　full；　I　frequently　spent　whole　nights　sitting　up　on
  my　mattress；　looking　at　the　light　and　shade；　listening　to　the
  sounds　or　stillness；　dreaming　of　one　matter　and　another　（but　more
  particularly　of　the　poetic；　voluptuous　happiness　which；　in　those
  days；　I　believed　was　to　prove　the　acme　of　my　felicity）　and
  lamenting　that　until　now　it　had　only　been　given　to　me　to　IMAGINE
  things。　No　sooner　had　every　one　dispersed；　and　I　had　seen　lights
  pass　from　the　drawing…room　to　the　upper　chambers　（whence　female
  voices　would　presently　be　heard；　and　the　noise　of　windows　opening
  and　shutting）；　than　I　would　depart　to　the　verandah；　and　walk　up
  and　down　there　as　I　listened　attentively　to　the　sounds　from　the
  slumbering　mansion。　To　this　day；　whenever　I　feel　any　expectation
  （no　matter　how　small　and　baseless）　of　realising　a　fraction　of
  some　happiness　of　which　I　may　be　dreaming；　I　somehow　invariably
  fail　to　picture　to　myself　what　the　imagined　happiness　is　going　to
  be　like。
  At　the　least　sound　of　bare　footsteps；　or　of　a　cough；　or　of　a
  snore；　or　of　the　rattling　of　a　window；　or　of　the　rustling　of　a
  dress；　I　would　leap　from　my　mattress；　and　stand　furtively　gazing
  and　listening；　thrown；　without　any　visible　cause；　into　extreme
  agitation。　But　the　lights　would　disappear　from　the　upper　rooms；
  the　sounds　of　footsteps　and　talking　give　place　to　snores；　the
  watchman　begin　his　nightly　tapping　with　his　stick；　the　garden
  grow　brighter　and　more　mysterious　as　the　streaks　of　light
  vanished　from　the　windows；　the　last　candle　pass　from　the　pantry
  to　the　hall　（throwing　a　glimmer　into　the　dewy　garden　as　it　did
  so）；　and　the　stooping　figure　of　Foka　（decked　in　a　nightcap；　and
  carrying　the　candle）　become　visible　to　my　eyes　as　he　went　to　his
  bed。　Often　I　would　find　a　great　and　fearful　pleasure　in　stealing
  over　the　grass；　in　the　black　shadow　of　the　house；　until　I　had
  reached　the　hall　window；　where　I　would　stand　listening　with　bated
  breath　to　the　snoring　of　the　boy；　to　Foka's　gruntings　（in　the
  belief　that　no　one　heard　him）；　and　to　the　sound　of　his　senile
  voice　as　he　drawled　out　the　evening　prayers。　At　length　even　his
  candle　would　be　extinguished；　and　the　window　slammed　down；　so
  that　I　would　find　myself　utterly　alone；　whereupon；　glancing
  nervously　from　side　to　side；　lest　haply　I　should　see　the　white
  woman　standing　near　a　flower…bed　or　by　my　couch；　I　would　run　at
  full　speed　back　to　the　verandah。　Then；　and　only　then；　I　would　lie
  down　with　my　face　to　the　garden；　and；　covering　myself　over；　so
  far　as　possible；　from　the　mosquitos　and　bats；　fall　to　gazing　in
  front　of　me　as　I　listened　to　the　sounds　of　the　night　and　dreamed
  of　love　and　happiness。
  At　such　times　everything　would　take　on　for　me　a　different
  meaning。　The　look　of　the　old　birch　trees；　with　the　one　side　of
  their　curling　branches　showing　bright　against　the　moonlit　sky；
  and　the　other　darkening　the　bushes　and　carriage…drive　with　their
  black　shadows；　the　calm；　rich　glitter　of　the　pond；　ever　swelling
  like　a　sound；　the　moonlit　sparkle　of　the　dewdrops　on　the　flowers
  in　front　of　the　verandah；　the　graceful　shadows　of　those　flowers
  where　they　lay　thrown　upon　the　grey　stonework；　the　cry　of　a　quail
  on　the　far　side　of　the　pond；　the　voice　of　some　one　walking　on　the
  high　road；　the　quiet；　scarcely　audible　scrunching　of　two　old
  birch　trees　against　one　another；　the　humming　of　a　mosquito　at　my
  car　under　the　coverlet；　the　fall　of　an　apple　as　it　caught　against
  a　branch　and　rustled　among　the　dry　leaves；　the　leapings　of　frogs
  as