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THE LITTLE RUSSIAN SERVANT.
THE LITTLE RUSSIAN
SERVANT.
BY
HENRI GREVILLE.
_Neely's Booklet Series. No. 24, June 12, 1899. Issued weekly.
$5.00 a year. Entered as second-class matter
at New York Post Office._
[Illustration]
F. TENNYSON NEELY,
PUBLISHER.
LONDON. NEW YORK. CHICAGO.
THE
LITTLE RUSSIAN SERVANT.
"Who's that?" said the countess, stopping in front of a young girl of
fifteen or sixteen, bent over an embroidery frame. The young girl
rose, prostrated herself thrice before her mistress, then, getting up,
remained standing, her hands hanging by her side, her head slightly
bent forward under the investigating gaze of the countess, who through
her eyeglass closely scrutinized her.
"It is the new girl, your highness," answered the head lady's maid,
coming forward with the air of importance that thirty years'
employment gives to no matter what functionary. "She is the daughter
of Foma, of the village of Ikonine. She is come in her turn to pay her
father's _obrok_--he is in Moscow."
"These peasant girls can do nothing," said the countess, with a
wearied air: "what do you expect to get out of this one?"
"She doesn't embroider badly, your highness; pray look yourself. She
can be put to the embroideries--not to the ground, but to the
trimmings. This is for the toilet table of Madame la Comtesse."
The noble lady, who could hardly see, being short-sighted from her
birth, examined the embroidery frame so closely that the tip of her
nose grazed the cloth.
"That's not bad," she said. "Come here, little girl."
The little girl advanced, and the countess inspected her as minutely
as she had done the embroidery.
"How pretty she is! What's your name?"
"Mavra."
The word came like a breath from the rosy lips.
"You must speak louder if you want us to hear you," said the head
lady's maid angrily.
Mavra turned her large, blue, startled eyes toward her, let them drop,
and said nothing.
"Sit down to your work," said the countess, amused at her new toy.
With a quick, graceful movement, the young girl resumed her seat on
the wooden chair, and the needle, firmly held between her agile
fingers, went in and out of the stuff with that short, sharp noise
that stimulates the action of the hand.
"That's right, you may go on," said the countess, her nerves irritated
by the regularity of the movement.
Then, turning her back upon the young girl and trailing the heavy,
sumptuous folds of her dressing-gown along the carefully-washed
pine-wood floor, she disappeared through the door, which was
respectfully closed after her by the head lady's maid. The countess,
an accomplished house-mistress, made a practice of paying a daily
visit to this room, which was reserved for the women of her service.
Mavra was left alone in the workroom, a large, well-lighted chamber,
furnished simply with tables and chairs for the use of the
innumerable women and girls invariably attached to the service of
those noble ladies who knew so well how to maintain their rank in that
blessed time of serfdom. At this hour the workroom was empty. Some of
the women were washing, others ironing, some cleaning and turning
upside down everything in the private apartment the countess had just
left. The young peasant girl, with her needle uplifted, rested her
ruddy hand upon the edge of the frame and looked around her.
What multitudes of embroidered gowns with their rich lace trimmings
hung there on the wall, waiting some slight repairs!--what endless
petticoats with their ornamented flounces all freshly ironed on cords
along the huge room!--what countless lace caps, worn hardly an hour,
pinned to a pincushion as large as a pillow, used only for this
purpose! and there, in a basket on the corner of the table, what piles
of cambric chemises, delicately piped and pleated, trimmed with
Valenciennes lace and ornamented with bright ribbons! And all this
for one person! without counting the silk stockings in that other
basket, and the rings by dozens worn by the countess on her thin
fingers. In this world of living beings under God's heaven, what
importance given to one person, who needed so many other persons to
serve her! And how the nothingness of these was made more emphatic by
the dominance of that! Mavra sat wonder-stricken. The head lady's
maid coming into the room found her still in a state of stupefaction,
stupefied above all at having made these reflections.
"Well, you are lucky!" she said to her, with a pleased look. "Our
countess took a fancy to you at the first glance; you are now on the
list of embroiderers! You may thank God for it. It is not often the
countess takes a fancy like that at first sight."
"Is she, then, unkind?" innocently inquired the girl.
"Unkind! Oh, no; capricious, like all mistresses, but the kindest lady
in the world, and generous! Besides, this is a rich house; nothing is
counted--nothing at all. This is better than your village," continued
Dacka, proud of belonging to such noble masters, and desirous to
impress on the mind of the simple peasant girl the importance and
dignity of the functions she was promoted to.
"It is more beautiful," replied Mavra, bending intently over her work.
"It was lucky they taught you to embroider, else you would have been
sent to the poultry-yard to feed the cocks and hens and look after the
calves. How did you learn?"
"My mother taught me; she was formerly in service; she was a
_dvorovaia_ in the time of the late countess. She married a peasant."
"Ah!" said Dacka, "I thought your manners were not quite those of a
peasant girl; if your mother was in service, that's another thing.
Come, take a cup of coffee with me. Prepare the coffee-pot and make
haste before the others come; I can't ask every one, you understand."
To Mavra there was but little difference between the _isba_ of her
father and the workroom of the seignorial mansion. Here, as there,
her life was spent in assiduous work from sunrise to sunset. There,
her mother, an austere, somber woman, like most village matrons to
whom life had proved no light matter; here, the lady's maid, often
grumbling, but at times kind and even condescending. The chief
difference between the two modes of life consisted in the daily
visits of the countess, who generally said nothing, but passed with a
solemn air through this roomful of silent, awe-stricken women. But one
thing was lacking to Mavra, and this nothing could replace--the
evening hour of rest which she used to spend by the fountain when sent
to draw water for her mother, or on the threshold of their cabin,
watching the spring rain falling soft and warm, melting the snow so
quickly that its thickness might be seen visibly diminishing; or,
again, in the month of May, standing at the edge of the forest,
listening to the nightingales singing on the delicate golden branches
of the perfumed birch tree.
Winter passed fairly well, but when the first breath of warm air set
the melted snow streaming down the roofs, which again the night's
frost transformed into long stalactites of ice, Mavra felt a strange,
vague aching in her heart. The house was overheated, and the close,
nauseous air made her sick. What would she not give to run as of old
over the moors, to see if the moss were beginning to appear under the
crystallized, transparent carpet of snow!
"What's the matter with this little girl?" asked the countess one day,
as she stopped before the frame at which the young peasant girl was
diligently working. "She was as fresh as a rose, and now she has grown
yellow. Do you feel pain anywhere, Mavra?"
Mavra raised her blue eyes to the noble lady who, for the second time
in her life, deigned to address her, and replied in her low voice:
"Nowhere, your highness."
"Then why are you so yellow?"
"I don't know, your highness."
The countess dropped her eyeglass and looked kindly at the young
girl.
"I know," said she after a moment's pause; "the child wants air. She
came here from her village, and has passed the whole winter stooping
over her frame. Henceforth, little girl, you must get out into the
fresh air twice a day, and must learn the service of my bedroom; this
will give you exercise."
Thereupon the countess quitted the room, followed by Mavra's grateful
eyes, now filled with tears. From that day Mavra worshipped the
countess; to approach her, to touch what she had worn, to serve her,
to receive her orders and execute them with the utmost speed and
dexterity, was the great joy of this humble girl. Her mistress,
wrapped in all this gorgeous luxury, the elements of which had been
so long under her eyes in the workroom, appeared to her as some august
being nearer her Creator than any other of her fellow-creatures. Not
only did Mavra pray to God for her, but at times she inwardly prayed
to her as to a saint, thinking the pleadings of a being so superior
must have equal weight with the powers of heaven as with those of
earth.
Summer was already on the wane when the noble mansion, habitually so
tranquil, was suddenly filled with noise and gayety. The young Count
Serge had sent his carriages on before him; saddle-horses and hounds
were stamping and neighing in their stalls and barking in their
kennels as though the one aim of life was to make all the noise
possible.
"How handsome he is, our young count!" Dacka kept on saying the
livelong day, to while away the tedious hours in the silent workroom.
"It was I who received him in my arms when he was born."
And she repeated again and again, with inexhaustible complacency, the
history of Serge's birth, and the legend of his boyhood up to the
moment when this dear treasure of her heart had gone to join the corps
of pages, his trunks laden with cakes, jams, and all that could
possibly be eaten under heaven.
The workgirls gave listless heed to these hundred times repeated
narrations, but Mavra was never tired of hearing them; it was like
receiving a sort of gospel into her heart. Her good and revered
protectress made all things dear and venerated that touched her
nearly; and this only son, loved, adored, longed for, became a
supernatural being, a kind of Messiah to her.
One morning at the end of August, as Mavra, who had risen early, was
crossing the courtyard to go waken up the laundress, who had
overslept herself, she saw, galloping along the inclosure a _troika_
of black horses, with their heads covered with bells. "It's the young
master!" thought the little servant; and without giving herself time
for reflection, she ran to the ponderous gate and threw it wide open.
At the same moment the brilliant equipage arrived; the coachman
pulled together his noble beasts, and without slackening their gallop
they shot like an arrow past Mavra, and ten steps further on stood
stock-still at the foot of the steps. Dazed, her heart thrilled by she
knew not what impression of fear and joy, she received full in the
face the gaze of two large, black, amazed and amused eyes.
"How like his mother!" thought Mavra, as she closed the huge gate,
that shut with a heavy bang.
She turned slowly toward the steps as Serge, jumping down from the
carriage, looked around at her again; he smiled when he met her blue
eyes full of simple admiration, and, giving her a friendly nod,
entered the house of his fathers. A minute after he was by the
countess' bedside, pressed lovingly in her arms.
When they had chatted two whole hours, as they finished their tea,
Serge, recollecting himself, suddenly said to his mother:
"What is this new acquisition you have made, mother? A little
fair-haired Raphael opened the gate for me this morning."
The countess thought for a moment.
"Ah! I know," said she; "it's Mavra--a virtue--my dear child. A
strange little creature, who adores me."
"She is quite right," replied the son respectfully. "What do you do
with her?"
"She embroiders in the afternoon, and in the morning she attends on
me; but, Serge, you must be prudent. My house is strictly kept; don't
you go and amuse yourself making gallant speeches to my girls."
"Oh, mother! what do you take me for?" carelessly replied the young
man. "I think of a woman only when she is in a casket suited to her
style of beauty. Now here you may have pearls, but the casket is
totally wanting."
They burst out laughing together. Only those who thoroughly understood
these two beings could have guessed beneath this light talk the strict
propriety of the mother and the son's respect for the maternal home.
But Russians of the _grande monde_ are so constituted that when they
have no vice, they take all imaginable trouble to affect it.
On leaving the dining room the countess and her son directed their
steps toward the garden. In front of the house, in the courtyard, they
met Mavra stooping under the weight of an enormous pile of linen,
which she was carrying from the laundry. The sheets held in under her
crossed hands reached so high that she had to raise her chin and turn
her head sideways in order to see before her.
"See, there she is," said the countess in French, stopping to look at
her.
"It is hard to say whether she is a Raphael or a Greuze," said Serge.
"This morning she had more the look of a Raphael, with a Russian
nose; it is a hybrid style of beauty, but it has a certain charm."
They continued their walk, while Mavra entered the workroom with her
pile of linen; when her hands were free, she stood trembling and
silent, as though she had been guilty of a crime.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" said one of the girls, pulling her
by the apron.
"I don't know," replied Mavra. "I feel as if I had received a blow,
and my hands keep on trembling."
"You carried too heavy a load for your strength. Sit down, and you
will see it will pass off."
And in fact it did pass away in a few minutes, but from that moment
Mavra was haunted by a pair of black eyes, whose owner little
suspected her infatuation.
Her veneration for the countess was in nowise diminished by this. On
the contrary, she loved her more, if possible. But in place of one
idol, she had two. By little innocent tactics that surprised herself,
she succeeded in having the service of the young count's room
assigned to her, and thenceforth her happiness was complete. The care
of the wardrobe was in the hands of the valet-de-chamber, who
scrupulously avoided doing anything else.
Serge was the most breakneck rider in the world; not from bravado,
since for the most part he was alone when he performed his wild
exploits, but from instinctive contempt for danger. One fine morning,
clearing a hedge six feet high--there were none lower--the count's
horse stumbled and fell on its side. A touch of the spur made it
spring up, but when Serge tried to spur the other side, that on which
it had fallen, he suffered excruciating pain. Fortunately it was the
last hedge, else he would have had some difficulty in getting home.
He pushed on, however, and reached the entrance; but when he
endeavored to rest his foot on the stirrup to alight, he found it
absolutely impossible, and amid the lamentations of the servants who
had gathered around, he had to let himself be taken down from his
horse and be dragged, as he said, like a bundle to his bed.
When he was duly unbooted and examined, the supreme indifference with
which he allowed himself to be handled and moved about, in spite of
the paleness of his face, did not lessen the fact, that he had
seriously fractured his tibia.
The bone-setter was sent for, in conformity with a precept of the
countess, who preferred a bone-setter at hand to the first surgeon in
the world three hundred miles off. A horribly-complicated dressing,
bristling with splints and bandages, was applied to the leg, with very
respectful but formal injunctions not to move, and to remain in bed
for six weeks.
Six weeks! and the sporting season good, and flights of partridges
started every minute by the count's dogs, hunting now for their own
pleasure, the door of the kennel being seldom closed; the horses
neighing from sheer weariness, and the grooms giving themselves
lumbago brightening up trappings that were now to lie unused.
The countess was a good reader, in spite of her eyeglass; she read
untiringly, the result of which was to send the patient to
sleep--infallible result; simply an affair of time; often in ten
minutes, sometimes an hour Serge's breathing would become regular, the
fever that colored his cheek bones would gradually disappear, and then
the good mother, closing the book, would go about her duties as
mistress of the house, leaving Mavra in charge of her son.
Gradually the needle of Mavra's embroidery work would slacken its
motion, and for long hours her eyes remain fixed on the face of the
sleeping young count. Daylight would decline, and no candles be
brought, lest the healing rest should be disturbed.
Seated near the window in the deepening shadow, the outlines of her
figure relieved against the pale blue autumn sky in which her dear
stars were fast gathering, Mavra would lose herself in a vague
infinite ecstasy as she sat gazing at her sleeping young master, whom
her heart only could now see. At the first sign of his awaking she was
on her feet with her hand upon the bell. On the arrival of the lamp
Mavra would withdraw to the workroom. At night in her dreams she would
continue her spiritual, almost mystical, contemplation of the
beautiful fair head asleep on its pillow.
When Serge got well, she was the prey of an implacable, unconscious,
immortal love. Henceforth she belonged to her idol. Present or
absent, he was her adored master; for him alone she breathed. She
would have almost hated the convalescence that day by day was taking
him from her, had not the young man's weakness obliged him frequently
to seek her aid. Supporting himself with a stick in one hand, and
resting the other on Mavra's shoulder, he would walk round his room.
She was happy and proud the day when, to give the countess a
surprise, she led him thus into the little _salon_, where the
countess, thinking he was asleep, was reading a devotional book. The
agitated joy of the mother and the nervous gayety of the son brought
tears to the eyes of the young peasant girl; but stoical, like all her
race, she drove her tears back.
Serge walked alone with a stick, then without a stick, limping a
little: by and by his firm elastic tread was heard again on the waxed
oak floor. The northern early winter was come, snow already blocking
up from time to time the seignorial mansion, then melting under the
breath of a warmer wind, till the great winter blockade finally set
in. One day a sledge, lined with fur, drawn by spirited horses,
clinking the bells that studded the harness, drew up before the door.
Serge and his mother stepped into it, waving a friendly farewell to
the household that crowded around with noisy benedictions. The
countess was to pass the winter at St. Petersburg, where her son was
to resume his service in the hussars of Grodno. When they were gone,
when the heavy gate which Mavra had opened one beautiful August day
was shut, and the snow fell slowly in large flakes, reflecting the
colors of the prism, it shut out all the outer world from the inmates
of the seignorial mansion.
Mavra returned to her embroidery frame, no longer under the orders of
the good Dacka, but under the capricious, fitful superintendence of a
housekeeper charged in the interval with the workroom department. Life
was not so easy, but what mattered it to Mavra that there should be
more harshness or less kindness? She did not live in the present. Her
waking hours were passed in an innocent ecstasy that wore her away
without suffering. She did not know that this was love. Had she known
it, no amount of prayers or tears would have been enough to expiate
her unpardonable sin. She loved just as flowers blossom; her ideal was
exalted, her dream pure, and she lived upon them. One less chaste
would have died. As for the young count, he had no idea of all this.
The countess came back in the spring, and the house resumed its grand,
hospitable ways. Mavra was profoundly touched to find that her
mistress, far from having forgotten, inquired kindly after her. She
returned to her personal attendance upon the countess with more
devoted fervor than ever. Later on, the young master was to come
back. Dacka conveyed in a mysterious manner that he had something
better to do than to bury himself in the country. In the evening she
confided to the laundress, in interminable whispers, secrets that were
no doubt interesting, but which Mavra made no attempt to overhear,
being by nature and taste discreet and reserved.
On the eve of St. John, when young girls plait crowns of flowers,
which they throw into the river to see if they are to be married
within the year, Mavra went, like the others, to consult fate after
this graceful fashion. She never dreamed of marriage; it was a closed
world to her, into which she had no desire to penetrate; but she would
plait a crown and watch it through the eddies of the capricious
stream. The girls had thrown in their garlands. Mavra's got entangled
in flowers that a young lad of twenty had just flung in. He was a
carpenter. The two crowns whirled round in company, and vanished
together from view at the bend of the river.
"We are engaged, Mavra," said he. "Let it be once for all."
"No," she replied calmly, without blushing.
"Why? Do you dislike me?" he asked.
"No, not more than other people. I don't wish to marry."
This was enough to make the carpenter persist in his wish. He tried
every means--went the length of begging the countess to intercede for
him. Mavra, sent for by her mistress, gave the same explanation.
"Well, if the child does not wish to marry, leave her alone," said the
lady philosophically, who would have scrupled to force a fly to drink
a drop of milk.
And Mavra, by her own desire, was devoted to celibacy.
In the month of September Serge returned, but only for eight days. He
brought no dogs nor equipages with him this time. When he saw Mavra he
gave her a friendly smile, and then thought no more about her. When he
went away his mother accompanied him, and the house was again plunged
into solitude long before the usual time. Six weeks later the news
arrived that the young count was married.
This announcement was the signal for great rejoicing. According to
ancient usage, barrels of sweet beer and hydromel were brewed; white
bread and meat were distributed to the whole village. The poor had
abundant alms, and the whole retinue of servants had new dresses.
Mavra had a handsome blue woolen dress and a silk handkerchief. No one
was forgotten; debts in arrear were remitted, and the young girl was
suddenly told she might return for the winter to her family, till her
father could make new arrangements for the payment in kind of what he
owed.
This was no joyful news for the young peasant girl, but resignation is
an inherent Russian virtue; she packed up her clothes in a basket,
and one fine morning courageously set out on foot for her native
village. She was received coolly by her mother. One mouth more to
feed! besides which, peasants are sparing of their demonstrations of
affection. After a few days Mavra relapsed into her old habits; bent
all day over her embroidery frame by the narrow window, in the
evening standing leaning against the door, gazing, as was her wont,
at the stars. More than ever she loved them; behind these marvelous
lights, that she likened to tears--for she was often sad now--she saw
the black eyes and handsome, indifferent face that had taken
possession of her soul. As long as she was staying in the grand
seignorial mansion where the image of her idol met her at every step
in familiar attitude, where she had only to close her eyes to see
Serge before her, Mavra was happy; she was of those for whom the
innocent and daily presence of the beloved makes the whole happiness
of life. Here, where nothing spoke of him, she felt for the first time
the pain of separation. Uneasy, she asked herself what it was that
was torturing her to this degree, and the truth nearly dawned upon
her. But she stopped the thought, not daring to sound it further,
saying to herself that there must be at the root of all this suffering
some great sin she herself was ignorant of. Morning and evening she
knelt long before the sacred images, imploring God to deliver her
from her pain; and feeling herself soothed by this effusion of mystic
tenderness, she kept her sadness to herself, still refusing to fathom
it. But she was visibly wasting away: the smoky atmosphere of her home
had now the same painful influence upon her that the want of fresh air
had formerly when she first left her village. She passed the winter
suffering, uncomplaining, unrelaxing in her work. Gradually she gave
up looking at the stars. Not only did they more than ever look like
tears, but no sooner did she turn her eyes toward the night sky than
they filled with tears, so she hardly knew whether it was the fires of
heaven or her own tears sparkling beneath her eyelids.
Spring came, though more tardily than usual; then summer with its
field labors. The countess seemed to have forgotten Mavra, who thought
with ever more and more resigned sadness of this much-loved mistress.
Her indulgence concerning the service-dues of her family appeared to
the young girl not a favor, but a punishment. At hay-making as at
harvest young lads seek out the girls. Had Mavra wished it, she might
have found ten husbands. She was no longer quite young according to
the notion of peasants, who marry their daughters at sixteen and their
boys at twenty. She was getting on to twenty, and her mother at times
reproached her, treating her as a "useless mouth," although Mavra's
embroidery was readily bought by the traders from the large towns, who
came to the village twice a year.
In the beginning of September, Serge said to his young wife, who was
about to make him a father:
"If you follow my advice, you will yourself nurse our child."
"I should like to do so, but then I must have a trained, devoted
servant, one endowed with all the virtues," answered the young wife,
"and mamma says this is more difficult to find than a suitable nurse."
"It is quite true," said the countess, present at this family council,
which had taken place on an average thrice a week for the last four or
five months; "but, Serge, now that I think of it, we have Mavra! the
sweetest, quietest, most devoted of nurse-tenders!"
"Mavra! the very thing. How is it we never thought of her before? She
is not trained, for she is unmarried, but she is very active and
intelligent!"
The manager was written to, ordering him to send on Mavra by the
convoy which every year about this period brought to St. Petersburg
fruits, preserves, salt, provisions, linen, and, in short, all the
products of the earth. The young girl once more packed her clothes up
in her little basket, and took her seat on one of the long file of
heavy wagons that slowly rolled along the roads for eight or nine
days, sleeping at night under the linen awning drawn over the chests
of preserves, while the horses were in the stables, and the wagoners
by their sides. Sometimes on awaking she saw the stars, but they no
longer brought tears to her eyes.
When the convoy of provisions arrived, and Mavra, still dizzy, had
made the necessary change in her dress, she was led into the room of
the young countess, where the whole family was assembled, augmented
within the last two days by a superb newborn baby, which none of the
servants knew how to manage.
"Here you are, Mavra. Good-morning!" said the triumphant father,
taking up his son in his awkward arms, at the risk of making him roar
still louder. "You have a light hand and a gentle voice. I give you
my son to take care of."
"I humbly thank you," said the young girl, pale with joy. "I shall do
my best."
She carried the infant into an adjoining room, where she soon learned
the special care to be given to a child of noble race, which was as
different from its cradle from that of little peasants, his brothers
in God's sight, as he would be the rest of his life. Toward evening
the young mother, surprised at no longer hearing the music her
first-born had already had time to accustom her to, sent Serge out to
find the reason of this unusual silence. The young master entered the
large dark room where Mavra was slowly pacing up and down, the
child's cheek pressed against hers, warming it with her warm breath
and the love of a heart henceforth happy.
She was singing a peasant lullaby in a low voice, inventing words to
the tune. "Dear child of my master, sleep on your servant's heart,
that loves you; treasure more precious than all things, my joy, my
share of happiness in this world--my little star----"
Serge returned on tiptoe to his wife.
"I think our minds may be quite at ease," said he.
Mavra is now old. She declares that she has always been perfectly
happy.
THE END.
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