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"
Oh
,
nurse
,
I
'm
so
glad
!
"
"
God
is
merciful
,
birdie
.
"
The
nurse
lit
the
gilt
candles
before
the
icons
and
sat
down
by
the
door
with
her
knitting
.
Princess
Mary
took
a
book
and
began
reading
.
Only
when
footsteps
or
voices
were
heard
did
they
look
at
one
another
,
the
princess
anxious
and
inquiring
,
the
nurse
encouraging
.
Everyone
in
the
house
was
dominated
by
the
same
feeling
that
Princess
Mary
experienced
as
she
sat
in
her
room
.
But
owing
to
the
superstition
that
the
fewer
the
people
who
know
of
it
the
less
a
woman
in
travail
suffers
,
everyone
tried
to
pretend
not
to
know
;
no
one
spoke
of
it
,
but
apart
from
the
ordinary
staid
and
respectful
good
manners
habitual
in
the
prince
's
household
,
a
common
anxiety
,
a
softening
of
the
heart
,
and
a
consciousness
that
something
great
and
mysterious
was
being
accomplished
at
that
moment
made
itself
felt
.
There
was
no
laughter
in
the
maids
'
large
hall
.
In
the
men
servants
'
hall
all
sat
waiting
,
silently
and
alert
.
In
the
outlying
serfs
'
quarters
torches
and
candles
were
burning
and
no
one
slept
.
The
old
prince
,
stepping
on
his
heels
,
paced
up
and
down
his
study
and
sent
Tíkhon
to
ask
Mary
Bogdánovna
what
news
.
--
"
Say
only
that
'
the
prince
told
me
to
ask
,
'
and
come
and
tell
me
her
answer
.
"
"
Inform
the
prince
that
labor
has
begun
,
"
said
Mary
Bogdánovna
,
giving
the
messenger
a
significant
look
.
Tíkhon
went
and
told
the
prince
.
"
Very
good
!
"
said
the
prince
closing
the
door
behind
him
,
and
Tíkhon
did
not
hear
the
slightest
sound
from
the
study
after
that
.
After
a
while
he
re-entered
it
as
if
to
snuff
the
candles
,
and
,
seeing
the
prince
was
lying
on
the
sofa
,
looked
at
him
,
noticed
his
perturbed
face
,
shook
his
head
,
and
going
up
to
him
silently
kissed
him
on
the
shoulder
and
left
the
room
without
snuffing
the
candles
or
saying
why
he
had
entered
.
The
most
solemn
mystery
in
the
world
continued
its
course
.
Evening
passed
,
night
came
,
and
the
feeling
of
suspense
and
softening
of
heart
in
the
presence
of
the
unfathomable
did
not
lessen
but
increased
.
No
one
slept
.
It
was
one
of
those
March
nights
when
winter
seems
to
wish
to
resume
its
sway
and
scatters
its
last
snows
and
storms
with
desperate
fury
.
A
relay
of
horses
had
been
sent
up
the
highroad
to
meet
the
German
doctor
from
Moscow
who
was
expected
every
moment
,
and
men
on
horseback
with
lanterns
were
sent
to
the
crossroads
to
guide
him
over
the
country
road
with
its
hollows
and
snow-covered
pools
of
water
.
