“In the fall, my stepmother announced that I would be sent to the boarding school of Madame Roll. I always studied at home, and by the age of sixteen I knew approximately the same things that all girls of my age know. But the long-legged uncle Ediya, my late father’s brother, persuaded my stepmother that I needed a diploma. Uncle Edya came to us in Moscow rarely: he pretended to be a businessman and pretended to be an expert at everything. He couldn’t stand me, and my stepmother respected him and obeyed. Every time after uncle’s departure, she became strict—though only for a while…”