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Philosophy!” Chairman Venik thumped the table with his little red fist. “No longer! The domoviye belong to the Party!”
    “But surely,” protested Marya, “if you widen the house the houses on either side of us shall be crushed.”
    “Child,” said Comrade Zvonok in a patient tone, “we are not architects. We are imps. We are goblins. If we could not make a little room on the inside without budging the outside, we would not be worth our tails. After all, we have been making our little homes in the walls for centuries.”
    “We will open up the floors like untying a stack of newspapers—pop!—out they will spring! The house on Gorokhovaya Street will be a secret country in the midst of St. Petersburg! They will plant turnips in the kitchen, and grow wheat on the ceiling, and we shall all have biscuits till we are so fat we will roll and never walk!” burst out the Piakovsky domovoi deliriously.
    Silence forked across the table like ice cracking.
    “It’s Dzerzhinskaya Street now, Comrade Banya,” the chairman said quietly. “It’s Petrograd.”
    “Of … of course.” Banya sat down, abashed. His face grew bright red, and he began to tremble.
    “Oh, don’t worry!” Marya cried, wanting desperately to save the poor creature from embarrassment. “I can never remember!”
    “It is our duty to remember,” said Chainik coldly at her side.
    “You must not tell anyone what we have done,” interrupted the chairman. “You understand? We will report you to the House Committee, the other one, the Big Committee, and you’ll be carted away, faster than you can yawn!”
    “I won’t, I promise,” Marya said hurriedly. “Though you ought not to report people. It’s not neighborly, and really rather horrid of you.”
    Chairman Venik grinned, and all his yellow, jagged teeth showed, like the teeth of a wolf-trap. “Don’t misunderstand us. We are very sweet when you have cream for us, and biscuits, and boots, but you have brought us nothing, and so we owe you nothing . The Party is a wonderful, marvelous invention, and it has taught us wonderful, marvelous things—chiefly, that we can cause more trouble with less effort by filing complaints than by breaking teacups.”
    Marya began to tremble herself. Her stomach felt cold. “But a domovoi can’t file a complaint.…”
    “Who’s a domovoi?” laughed Comrade Banya, her teeth out, too. “I’m Ekaterina Piakovsky.”
    “I’m Pyotr Abramov,” chuckled Chairman Venik.
    “I’m Gordei Blodniek,” smirked Chainik.
    “It takes two of us to hold the pen, but we manage,” giggled the Malashenko domovoi.
    All the domoviye were laughing at her; all of their teeth were shining in the candlelight. Marya Morevna buried her face in her hands.
    “Stop it, Venik!” snapped Zvonok. “You old stove-snort! You’re frightening her, and she’s mine, so I say stuff your chimneys!” Her mustache quivered with rage. She left her seat to stroke Marya’s nightgown. “There, there, Masha dear,” she cooed, calling her by her old pet name. “If you like I shall mend your teacup. Would that make you feel better?”
    But Chairman Venik was leaning over the table, his grin wider and wider, until the sides of his mouth met somewhere behind his ears. “Just you wait,” he hissed. “Just you wait . Papa Koschei is coming, coming, coming, over the hills on his red horse, and he’s got bells on his boots and a ring in his pocket, and he knows your name, Marya Morevna .”
    Marya could not help it; she screamed. The domoviye’s mustaches were all blown back.
    Zvonok whirled on him. “Venichek, you are a hedgehog’s ass . You weren’t supposed to tell! Is it worth it to scare a poor girl?”
    “Zvonya, I live to scare poor girls! Their tears smell like the freshest, warmest cakes with cherry jam smeared all round them. Of course it’s worth it!”
    “We’ll see, when Papa gets here,” warned Comrade Zvonok.
    The domoviye drew away from Venik slightly, as if