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"
Stop
playing
--
there
's
a
time
for
everything
,
"
said
the
old
woman
.
"
Let
her
alone
,
Kondrátevna
,
"
said
Natásha
.
"
Go
,
Mavrúshka
,
go
.
"
Having
released
Mavrúshka
,
Natásha
crossed
the
dancing
hall
and
went
to
the
vestibule
.
There
an
old
footman
and
two
young
ones
were
playing
cards
.
They
broke
off
and
rose
as
she
entered
.
"
What
can
I
do
with
them
?
"
thought
Natásha
.
"
Oh
,
Nikíta
,
please
go
...
where
can
I
send
him
?
...
Yes
,
go
to
the
yard
and
fetch
a
fowl
,
please
,
a
cock
,
and
you
,
Misha
,
bring
me
some
oats
.
"
"
Just
a
few
oats
?
"
said
Misha
,
cheerfully
and
readily
.
"
Go
,
go
quickly
,
"
the
old
man
urged
him
.
"
And
you
,
Theodore
,
get
me
a
piece
of
chalk
.
"
On
her
way
past
the
butler
's
pantry
she
told
them
to
set
a
samovar
,
though
it
was
not
at
all
the
time
for
tea
.
Fóka
,
the
butler
,
was
the
most
ill-tempered
person
in
the
house
.
Natásha
liked
to
test
her
power
over
him
.
He
distrusted
the
order
and
asked
whether
the
samovar
was
really
wanted
.
