THE SWEET-SCENTED NAME
biscuits and a shillingsworth of cakes. Hurry up, I've just got to take in tea; the mistress has some visitors—some devil has brought them here at this outlandish hour."
Grishka ran off into the corridor to find his shoes and stockings, but Anushka cried after him angrily:
"What are you doing there? There's no time to get your shoes—go as you are. You must run there and back in no time."
Grishka took the money, a silver rouble, and held it tight in his burning palm. Then he put on his hat and ran off down the staircase. And as he ran he thought:
"Who am I? How can I have forgotten my real name?"
He had a long way to go, several streets away, because the cakes his mother wanted couldn't be got in the shop opposite but only in this distant one. The mistress thought that the cakes in the shop near by were always fly-blown and not well made, but those in the other shop, where she herself made purchases, were good and clean and specially nice.
"Who am I?" thought Grishka persistently.
All his dreams about the beautiful Princess Turandina were interrupted by this
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