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But most likely she felt the shaking of her body: she clung to Raissa's hand and her little face worked with a look of terror as she raised her big eyes to her sister and burst into tears. "That's how she always is," said Raissa, "she doesn't like one to laugh. "Come, I won't, Lyubotchka, I won't," she added, nimbly squatting on her heels beside the child and passing her fingers through her hair.

I also went: my father made no objection, but he remained at home. Raissa's calm surprised me: she had grown pale and thin, but she shed no tears, and her words and actions were very simple. In everything she did I noticed, strangely enough, a certain majesty the majesty of grief, which forgets itself. At the entrance of the church Uncle Jegor was introduced to her.

"Come, how can you go in such weather!" he heard a soft feminine voice; "you ought to have a sound sleep and it would do you good!" "And what about the post?" said Savely anxiously. "Who's going to take the post? Are you going to take it, pray, you?" The postman opened his eyes again, looked at the play of the dimples on Raissa's face, remembered where he was, and understood Savely.

If we could see in the glass how beautiful we are! but we have no looking-glass, unfortunately." And when she had said these words she suddenly laughed aloud. Her little sister could not have heard her, but probably she felt the shaking of her body: she had hold of Raissa's hand, and raising her great eyes, she made up a frightened face and began to cry.

The laughter vanished from Raissa's face and her lips, the corners of which twisted upwards in a particularly charming way, became motionless again. The child was pacified. Raissa got up. "So you will do what you can, about the glass I mean, Davidushka. But I do regret the wood, and the goose, too, however old it may be."

"She's always like that," said Raissa: "she doesn't like to have people laugh. Here, then, darling, I won't," she added, stooping down to the child and running, her fingers through its hair. "Do you see?" The laughter died away from Raissa's face, and her lips, with the corners prettily turned up, again became immovable: the child was quiet.

Besides, it soon was night and all in the house went to rest. The next day David got up as if nothing had happened, and not long afterward, on one and the same day, two important events took place: in the morning died the old Latkin, Raissa's father, and in the evening Jegor, David's father, arrived. Since he had not sent any letter or told any one, he took us all by surprise.