Katia - Lev Nikolayeviç Tolstoy - Platanus Publishing

We were in mourning for our mother, who had died the preceding autumn, and we had spent all the winter alone in the country Macha, Sonia and I. Macha was an old family friend, who had been our governess and had brought us all up, and my memories of her, like my love for her, went as far back as my memories of myself.