He looks at his nurse for her to solve the mystery, but she does not speak.Īll at once he hears a fearful tramping. Grisha gazes at their moving legs, and can make nothing of it. But what is stranger and more absurd than anything is the horses. In this new world, where the sun hurts one's eyes, there are so many papas and mammas and aunties, that there is no knowing to whom to run. Where does she disappear to? Grisha has more than once looked under the bed, behind the trunk, and under the sofa, but she was not there. There is another enigmatical person, auntie, who presented Grisha with a drum. Beyond that room is still another, to which one is not admitted, and where one sees glimpses of papa - an extremely enigmatical person! Nurse and mamma are comprehensible: they dress Grisha, feed him, and put him to bed, but what papa exists for is unknown.
Here, there is a dark patch on the carpet, concerning which fingers are still shaken at Grisha. From the dining-room, one can go into a room where there are red arm-chairs. There stands Grisha's chair on high legs, and on the wall hangs a clock which exists to swing its pendulum and chime. From the world which is called the nursery a door leads to a great expanse where they have dinner and tea. Mamma is like a doll, and puss is like papa's fur-coat, only the coat hasn't got eyes and a tail. In that world, besides nurse and Grisha, there are often mamma and the cat. If one looks under the bed, one sees a doll with a broken arm and a drum and behind nurse's trunk, there are a great many things of all sorts: cotton reels, boxes without lids, and a broken Jack-a-dandy. Hitherto Grisha has known only a rectangular world, where in one corner stands his bed, in the other nurse's trunk, in the third a chair, while in the fourth there is a little lamp burning. The whole of his clumsy, timidly and uncertainly stepping little figure expresses the utmost bewilderment. He feels hot and stifled, and now, too, the rollicking April sunshine is beating straight in his face, and making his eyelids tingle.
He is wearing a long, wadded pelisse, a scarf, a big cap with a fluffy pom-pom, and warm over-boots.
GRISHA, a chubby little boy, born two years and eight months ago, is walking on the boulevard with his nurse.
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