One candle, thirteen ridges of dripped wax. But tonight there are only twelve dances.

• Prokhor the BellringerThe thirteenth, the bell swallowed. My arm aches one extra time too.
  Marfa YuryevnaOld man, say things like that where the maids can't hear.
• Kapellmeister Gennady LokhvinCounting a measure not in the score is the kapellmeister's business, not the housekeeper's.
  Marfa YuryevnaThen you count it, Kapellmeister. I'll stick to candles.