“Breakfast has already been served on the table, but the hostess has not yet come out. She is sitting in her room, in front of the dressing table placed in the space between the open windows. The wind moves the curtains and sometimes blows them up like sails. The alcohol lamp burns out, and the fading blue tongue slightly licks the sooty tongs. Marya Andreevna has already finished her ondulations, but she does not want to leave the stool in front of the mirror. She brought her face close to the glass itself and looked at herself point-blank with myopic, faded eyes, and for some reason ran two fingers along her eyebrows, then above her eyebrows. She has been sitting like this for a quarter of an hour, and it seems that she has examined everything, down to the last wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she just cannot leave her place. In fact, this is her favorite activity during the day, and especially in the morning, when there is absolutely nothing to do. He sits, looks in the mirror, and never gets bored, as if for the first time in his life he has the opportunity to look at himself...” The work is given in the pre-reform alphabet.