Katinka. My mother says I've been a good girl—aren't you glad?
Peter. Please, Babushka—I—I'm afraid I haven't been a very good boy. But I'm sorry, and I'll try to do better next year. I'll be bigger, then.
Praskovia. We'll all be very, very good next year—won't we, children?
Children. Indeed we will, Babushka.
Boris. Perhaps it will be easier next year.
Feodosia. Oh, please, Babushka, I have a baby brother at home. Could you give me something for him?
Leo. My big brother has gone wolf-hunting with the men, but he'll be sorry enough he missed you, Babushka.
Michael. So has mine, and he'll be sorry, too.
Nadia. Dear Babushka, I've kept the present so carefully that you gave me last year.
Malashka. Oh, did you? Mine got broken and I cried.