She cried, ran to her mother and complained to her, but Antonina loved Foma and she paid but little attention to her daughter's complaints, which strengthened the friendship between the children still more.

Foma's day was long and uniform.

Getting out of bed and washing himself, he used to place himself before the image, and under the whispering of the pock-marked Buzya he recited long prayers.

Then they drank tea and ate many biscuits, cakes and pies.

After tea--during the summer--the children went to the big palisade, which ran down to a ravine, whose bottom always looked dark and damp, filling them with terror.