| PART 5
Chapter 29
 (continued)"Seryozha! my darling boy!" she said, breathing hard and putting
 her arms round his plump little body.  "Mother!" he said,
 wriggling about in her arms so as to touch her hands with
 different parts of him. Smiling sleepily still with closed eyes, he flung fat little arms
 round her shoulders, rolled towards her, with the delicious
 sleepy warmth and fragrance that is only found in children, and
 began rubbing his face against her neck and shoulders. "I know," he said, opening his eyes; "it's my birthday today.  I
 knew you'd come.  I'll get up directly." And saying that he dropped asleep. Anna looked at him hungrily; she saw how he had grown and changed
 in her absence.  She knew, and did not know, the bare legs so
 long now, that were thrust out below the quilt, those
 short-cropped curls on his neck in which she had so often kissed
 him.  She touched all this and could say nothing; tears choked
 her. "What are you crying for, mother?" he said, waking completely up.
 "Mother, what are you crying for?" he cried in a tearful voice. "I won't cry...I'm crying for joy.  It's so long since I've seen
 you.  I won't, I won't," she said, gulping down her tears and
 turning away.  "Come, it's time for you to dress now," she added,
 after a pause, and, never letting go his hands, she sat down by
 his bedside on the chair, where his clothes were put ready for
 him. "How do you dress without me? How..." she tried to begin talking
 simply and cheerfully, but she could not, and again she turned
 away. "I don't have a cold bath, papa didn't order it.  And you've not
 seen Vassily Lukitch?  He'll come in soon.  Why, you're sitting
 on my clothes!" And Seryozha went off into a peal of laughter.  She looked at him
 and smiled. |