Meanwhile, , ' housewaslitteredwithwispsofhayandwithdungfromthehorses, , whichhadbeenleftwithallitcontained, , andthepageboyMishka, Vasilich', hisarmsakimbo, stoodsmilingwithsatisfactionbeforethelargemirror.
"Isn'titfine, eh, UncleIgnat?" saidtheboy, suddenlybeginningtostrikethekeyboardwithbothhands.
"Onlyfancy!" answeredIgnat, surprisedatthebroadeninggrinonhisfaceinthemirror.
"Impudence! Impudence!" theyheardbehindthemthevoiceofMavraKuzminichnawhohadenteredsilently."Howhe'sgrinning, thefatmug! Isthatwhatyou'reherefor? Nothing'!"
Ignatleftoffsmiling, adjustedhisbelt, andwentoutoftheroomwithmeeklydowncasteyes.
"Aunt, Ididitgently," saidtheboy.
"I'llgiveyousomethinggently, youmonkeyyou!" criedMavraKuzminichna, raisingherarmthreateningly."Goandgetthesamovartoboilforyourgrandfather."
MavraKuzminichnaflickedthedustofftheclavichordandclosedit, andwithadeepsighleftthedrawingroomandlockeditsmaindoor.
Goingoutintotheyardshepausedtoconsiderwheresheshouldgonext—todrinkteaintheservants' wingwithVasilich, orintothestoreroomtoputawaywhatstilllayabout.
, .
"Whodoyouwant?"
"Thecount—CountIlyaAndreevichRostov."
"Andwhoareyou?"
"Anofficer, Ihavetoseehim," camethereplyinapleasant, well-bredRussianvoice.
MavraKuzminichnaopenedthegateandanofficerofeighteen, withtheroundfaceofaRostov, enteredtheyard.
"Theyhavegoneaway, ," saidMavraKuzminichnacordially.
Theyoungofficerstandinginthegateway, asifhesitatingwhethertoenterornot, clickedhistongue.
"Ah, howannoying!" hemuttered."Ishouldhavecomeyesterday....Ah, whatapity."
