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"
Anísya
,
go
and
see
if
the
strings
of
my
guitar
are
all
right
.
I
have
n't
touched
it
for
a
long
time
.
That
's
it
--
come
on
!
I
've
given
it
up
.
"
Anísya
Fëdorovna
,
with
her
light
step
,
willingly
went
to
fulfill
her
errand
and
brought
back
the
guitar
.
Without
looking
at
anyone
,
"
Uncle
"
blew
the
dust
off
it
and
,
tapping
the
case
with
his
bony
fingers
,
tuned
the
guitar
and
settled
himself
in
his
armchair
.
He
took
the
guitar
a
little
above
the
fingerboard
,
arching
his
left
elbow
with
a
somewhat
theatrical
gesture
,
and
,
with
a
wink
at
Anísya
Fëdorovna
,
struck
a
single
chord
,
pure
and
sonorous
,
and
then
quietly
,
smoothly
,
and
confidently
began
playing
in
very
slow
time
,
not
My
Lady
,
but
the
well-known
song
:
Came
a
maiden
down
the
street
.
The
tune
,
played
with
precision
and
in
exact
time
,
began
to
thrill
in
the
hearts
of
Nicholas
and
Natásha
,
arousing
in
them
the
same
kind
of
sober
mirth
as
radiated
from
Anísya
Fëdorovna
's
whole
being
.
Anísya
Fëdorovna
flushed
,
and
drawing
her
kerchief
over
her
face
went
laughing
out
of
the
room
.
"
Uncle
"
continued
to
play
correctly
,
carefully
,
with
energetic
firmness
,
looking
with
a
changed
and
inspired
expression
at
the
spot
where
Anísya
Fëdorovna
had
just
stood
.
Something
seemed
to
be
laughing
a
little
on
one
side
of
his
face
under
his
gray
mustaches
,
especially
as
the
song
grew
brisker
and
the
time
quicker
and
when
,
here
and
there
,
as
he
ran
his
fingers
over
the
strings
,
something
seemed
to
snap
.
"
Lovely
,
lovely
!
Go
on
,
Uncle
,
go
on
!
"
shouted
Natásha
as
soon
as
he
had
finished
.
She
jumped
up
and
hugged
and
kissed
him
.
"
Nicholas
,
Nicholas
!
"
she
said
,
turning
to
her
brother
,
as
if
asking
him
:
"
What
is
it
moves
me
so
?
"
Nicholas
too
was
greatly
pleased
by
"
Uncle
's
"
playing
,
and
"
Uncle
"
played
the
piece
over
again
.
Anísya
Fëdorovna
's
smiling
face
reappeared
in
the
doorway
and
behind
hers
other
faces
...
Fetching
water
clear
and
sweet
,
Stop
,
dear
maiden
,
I
entreat
--
played
"
Uncle
"
once
more
,
running
his
fingers
skillfully
over
the
strings
,
and
then
he
stopped
short
and
jerked
his
shoulders
.
"
Go
on
,
Uncle
dear
,
"
Natásha
wailed
in
an
imploring
tone
as
if
her
life
depended
on
it
.
