childishly-pouting

Updated: May 14, 2025

We shall see how you will exist in void, in vacuum; and now ring, please, brother Nikolai Petrovitch; it's time I had my cocoa. Nikolai Petrovitch rang the bell and called, 'Dunyasha! But instead of Dunyasha, Fenitchka herself came on to the terrace. She was a young woman about three-and-twenty, with a white soft skin, dark hair and eyes, red, childishly-pouting lips, and little delicate hands.

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev - Fathers and Children