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Besides kringels, we gave Tanya a great deal of advice to wear warmer clothes, not to run upstairs too quickly, not to carry heavy bundles of wood. She listened to all our counsels with a smile, answered them by a laugh, and never took our advice, but we were not offended at that; all we wanted was to show how much care we bestowed upon her.
Then began a lively discussion; some of us maintained that Tanya would never lower herself so; others thought she would not be able to resist him, and the third group proposed to give him a thrashing if he should try to annoy Tanya. And, finally, we all decided to watch the soldier and Tanya, and to warn the girl against him. This brought the discussion to an end.
To escape from this hated service, many a young man fled from his home in anticipation of the next levy of the conscription, and hid himself in the shepherds' tanya in the plain. These remote dwellings in the distant puszta were no bad hiding places, and the fugitives were freely harboured by the shepherds, who shared the animosity of the "poor lads" against the Austrian conscription.
In the second story of our house there was established a gold-embroiderer's shop, and there, living among the other embroidery girls, was Tanya, a little maid-servant of sixteen. Every morning there peeped in through the glass door a rosy little face, with merry blue eyes; while a ringing, tender voice called out to us: "Little prisoners! Have you any knugels, please, for me?"
She was still mute, still gazed at us with wild eyes, and a shiver ran all over her. We laughed, roared, yelled. Other people ran up from somewhere and joined us. One of us pulled Tanya by the sleeve of her blouse. Suddenly her eyes flashed; deliberately she raised her hands to her head and straightening her hair she said loudly but calmly, straight in our faces: "Ah, you miserable prisoners!"
Tanya Kovalchuk, weeping freely, petted him on the arm, and adjusted the drooping earlaps of his worn fur cap. "My dear, do not cry! My own! my dear! Poor, unfortunate little fellow!" Musya looked aside. Tsiganok caught her glance and grinned, showing his teeth. "What a queer fellow! He drinks tea, and yet feels cold," he said, with an abrupt laugh.
Don't tell me that! BABÁYEV. I assure you. LUKÉRYA. Much we believe you! Tánya, do not believe the gentlemen; they always deceive. BABÁYEV. Why speak so to me? LUKÉRYA. That doesn't apply just to you, but to all other fine young gentlemen. TATYÁNA. Shall you remain long in this city? BABÁYEV. Shall I remain long?
"Very good, very good; come whenever you like; she is one of my best workers." Before Susoitchik had time to show the judge out, in came all the children, laughing and jostling, and hiding one behind the other. "What brought you here, youngsters? Did my little Tanyitchka send you? That's right; no harm in coming. Give my compliments to Tanya, and tell her that I am always at her service.
"I can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point. "Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house.
Tanya felt that love and happiness had taken her unawares, though she had, since she was fourteen, for some reason been convinced that Kovrin would marry her and no one else.
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