"Seryozha? What about Seryozha?" Anna asked, with sudden eagerness, recollecting her son's existence for the first time that morning.

"He's been naughty, I think," answered Annushka with a smile.

"In what way?" "Some peaches were lying on the table in the corner room.

I think he slipped in and ate one of them on the sly.

" The recollection of her son suddenly roused Anna from the helpless condition in which she found herself.