About Child’s Imagination

As a child she was very fond of ice-cream, and I (narrator of Anton Chekhov’s short story) used often to take her to a confectioner’s. Ice-cream was for her the type of everything delightful. If she wanted to praise me she would say: “You are as nice as cream, papa.” We used to call one of her little fingers “pistachio ice,” the next, “cream ice,” the third “raspberry,” and so on. Usually when she came in to say good-morning to me I used to sit her on my knee, kiss her little fingers, and say:
“Creamy ice … pistachio … lemon …” 
“A Boring Story” by Anton Chekhov

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