All other children are better off than we are.

They can learn what they please and we can't learn anything!" An outburst of tears choked all further words.
During her sister's speech Nika had been quietly drawing, but she was holding her head lower and lower over her work without once looking up.

She continued her studies, but her eyes seemed to be filling.
Pushing her work away, she held her handkerchief before her face.
"Oh, children," said the mother, looking sadly at them, "do not be so desperate right away.

You know that your good is my good as well, and that I am doing and shall keep on doing everything in my power to fulfill your ambitions.

It would be my happiest joy to have your talents developed, so that you could devote all your lives to music and painting.