clothes; and reminded her she had promised to show her how to cook.. . .
'Oh, and one thing more: could you get me some stout, coarse yarn? I'm going to knit myself some stockings . . . plain ones.'
Tatyana answered that everything should be done in due course, and, clearing the table, she went out of the room with her calm, resolute gait.
'Well, what shall we do now?' Marianna said, turning to Nezhdanov; and without letting him answer, 'What do you say? since our real work only begins to-morrow, shall we devote this evening to literature? Let's read your poems! I shall be a severe critic.'
For a long while Nezhdanov would not consent.. . . He ended, however, by giving in, and began to read out of his manuscript book. Marianna sat close beside him, and watched his face while he was reading. She had spoken truly; she turned out to be a severe critic. Few of the verses pleased her; she preferred the purely lyrical, short ones, that were, as she expressed it, non-didactic. Nezhdanov did not read quite well; he had not the courage to attempt elocution, and at the same time was unwilling to fall into quite a colourless tone; the result was neither one thing nor the other. Marianna suddenly interrupted him with the
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