it was the quiet , settled happiness of security , of being able to look forward with confidence to the future , heightened by the immediate things , a word of praise she had had that afternoon from professor denikin , the smell of a good supper cooking on the electric stove , her favourite prelude to boris goudonov being played by the moscow state orchestra on the radio , and , over all , the beauty of the fact that the long winter and short spring were past and it was june .