QUOTE : Pasha, let me show you,” Tatiana said quietly. “It’s like this. You put your hand on the handle, and you pull. The door opens. You walk outside. It shuts behind you. Let’s see if you can do it.” “Just open the door, Tania,” said Pasha. “Can’t you see I’m carrying my suitcase?” Out on the street they stood still for a moment. “Tania,” said Papa. “Take the hundred and fifty rubles I gave you and go and buy us some food. But don’t dawdle, like always. Go immediately. Do you hear?” “I hear, Papa. I’ll go immediately.” Pasha snorted. “You’re going back to bed,” he whispered to her. Mama said, “Come on, we better go.” “Yes,” Papa said. “Come on, Pasha.” “So long,” Tatiana said, knocking Pasha on the arm. He grunted unhappily in reply and pulled her hair. “Tie your hair up before you go out, will you?” he said. “You’ll scare off the passersby.” “Shut up,” Tatiana said lightly. “Or I’ll cut it off completely.” “All right, let’s go now,” said Papa, tugging at Pasha. Tatiana said good-bye to Volodya, waved to her mother, took one last look at Pasha’s reluctant back, and returned upstairs.