twelve o'clock
She was of medium height , rather plump and white ; her rather full face was lighted up by a kindly and merry smile ; her flaxen , not over-abundant hair , her hazel eyes , her pleasant voice -- everything about her was gently pleasing , and that was all . On the other hand the absence of all affectation and conventionality , an amount of culture exceptional in a country girl , the freedom of her expressions , the quiet simplicity of her words and looks could not but be striking in her . She had developed at her own free will ; Nenila Makarievna did not keep her in restraint . One morning at twelve o'clock the whole family of the Perekatovs were in the drawing-room . The husband in a round green coat , a high check cravat , and pea-green trousers with straps , was standing at the window , very busily engaged in catching flies . The daughter was sitting at her embroidery frame ; her small dimpled little hand rose and fell slowly and gracefully over the canvas . Nenila Makarievna was sitting on the sofa , gazing in silence at the floor .