But he did not go to her arms; he clung more closely to father, so that father had to carry him into his room.

But it seemed that he himself did not want to part with Yura.

As soon as he carried him out of the room where the guests were he began to kiss him, and he repeated: "Oh, my dearest! Oh, my dearest!" And he said to mamma, who walked behind him: "Just think of the boy!" Mamma said: "That is all due to your whist.

You were scolding each other so, that the child was frightened." Father began to laugh, and answered: "Yes, he does scold harshly.

But Yura, oh, what a dear boy!" In his room Yura demanded that father himself undress him.