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The snow of the little quadrangle before the house was lit up by

a light in the bedroom windows of his old nurse, Agafea

Mihalovna, who performed the duties of housekeeper in his house.

She was not yet asleep. Kouzma, waked up by her, came sidling

sleepily out onto the steps. A setter bitch, Laska, ran out too,

almost upsetting Kouzma, and whining, turned round about Levin's

knees, jumping up and longing, but not daring, to put her

forepaws on his chest.

"You're soon back again, sir," said Agafea Mihalovna.

"I got tired of it, Agafea Mihalovna. With friends, one is well;

but at home, one is better," he answered, and went into his

study.