proverb is quite right: do not stir up ordure if you fear its stench. It is not your advice that I ask; only this: should a daughter obey her mother?"
"Certainly! Certainly! Maria Alexevna, that is just."
"Well, do you order her as a father?"
"Vérotchka, obey in all things your mother, who is a wise woman, an experienced woman. She will not teach you to do evil. This obedience I enjoin upon you as a father."
On stepping from the carriage Vérotchka said to her mother:
"It is well; I will talk with him tomorrow. But I am very tired, and I need rest."
"Yes, go to bed. I will not disturb you. Sleep well; you need to for tomorrow."
In order to keep her promise Maria Alexevna entered the house without making a disturbance. How much that cost her! How much it cost her also to see Vérotchka enter her room directly without stopping to take tea!
"Vérotchka, come here!" she said to her, pleasantly.
The young girl obeyed.
"Bow your little head; I wish to bless you. There! May God bless you, Vérotchka, as I bless you!"
Three times in succession she blessed her daughter, after which she offered her her hand to kiss.
"No, mamma. I long ago told you that I will not kiss your hand. Let me go now, for I really feel very ill."
The eyes of Maria Alexevna blazed with hatred, but she again restrained herself, and gently said:
"Go! Rest yourself!"
Vérotchka spent much time in undressing.
While taking off her dress and putting it in the closet, while taking off her bracelets and ear-rings, each of those simple operations was followed by a long reverie. It was some time before she discovered that she was very tired, and that she had sunk into an arm-chair, being unable to stand erect before the mirror. At last she perceived it, and made haste to get into bed.
She had scarcely lain down when her mother entered, carrying on a tray a large cup of tea and a number of biscuits.
"Come, eat, Vérotchka, it will do you good. You see that your mother does not forget you. I said to myself: Why has my daughter gone to bed without her tea? And I desired to bring it to you myself; help yourself, dear child."
This kind and gentle voice which Vérotchka had never heard surprised her very much, till, looking at her mother, she saw her cheeks inflamed and her eyes disordered.
