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"Just see, now, and you were quite in despair," said Marya

Philimonovna, pointing to the ironing-board. They even rigged up

a bathing-shed of straw hurdles. Lily began to bathe, and Darya

Alexandrovna began to realize, if only in part, her expectations,

if not of a peaceful, at least of a comfortable, life in the

country. Peaceful with six children Darya Alexandrovna could not

be. One would fall ill, another might easily become so, a third

would be without something necessary, a fourth would show

symptoms of a bad disposition, and so on. Rare indeed were the

brief periods of peace. But these cares and anxieties were for

Darya Alexandrovna the sole happiness possible. Had it not been

for them, she would have been left alone to brood over her

husband who did not love her.