Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 8, 2025
His mother had several times taken his hand from it, but the fat little hand went back to the button again. His mother pulled the button off and put it in her pocket. "Keep your hands still, Grisha," she said, and she took up her work, a coverlet she had long been making.
"They ought not to go with us unless we call them." "Shall we call them?" asked Kirsha joyously. "We shall call one. Which one would you like?" Kirsha, after some thought, said: "Grisha." "Very well, we'll call Grisha," said Trirodov. He turned in the direction of the swings, and called out: "Grisha!"
Grisha, wrapped up as he is, feels insufferably hot and stifled. "Why is this?" he wonders, looking about him. He sees the dark ceiling, the oven fork with two horns, the stove which looks like a great black hole. "Mam-ma," he drawls. "Come, come, come!" cries the nurse. "Wait a bit!" The cook puts a bottle on the table, two wine-glasses, and a pie.
What an idea, mistress!" shrieked the cook. "Why do you keep throwing him up at me? Plague take him! He's a regular curse, confound him! . . ." Glancing one Sunday morning into the kitchen, Grisha was struck dumb with amazement. The kitchen was crammed full of people.
Of course, I shouldn't have expected the least mischief of Leoníd. Quiet lads like him! VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. And furthermore, benefactress, so far Grísha hasn't come back from the fair. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. How's that? He didn't sleep at home? VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. He did not, benefactress! MADAM ULANBÉKOV. You lie, you lie, you lie! I'll drive you off the place!
Grisha looks after the soldiers, and begins to move his feet in step with them himself. Two big cats with long faces run after each other across the boulevard, with their tongues out, and their tails in the air. Grisha thinks that he must run too, and runs after the cats. "Stop!" cries nurse, seizing him roughly by the shoulder. "Where are you off to? Haven't you been told not to be naughty?"
Did I tell you?" "Yes, I heard so," answered Koznishev indifferently. "It's a pity you're going away," said Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Tomorrow we're giving a dinner to two who're setting off Dimer-Bartnyansky from Petersburg and our Veslovsky, Grisha. They're both going. Veslovsky's only lately married. There's a fine fellow for you! Eh, princess?" he turned to the lady.
Then we cowered down and waited. WE all felt a little uneasy in the thick darkness, so we pressed close to one another and said nothing. Before long Grisha arrived with his soft tread, carrying in one hand his staff and in the other a tallow candle set in a brass candlestick. We scarcely ventured to breathe. "Our Lord Jesus Christ! Holy Mother of God!
LEONÍD. Oh, mamma, he's comical; wait a bit before driving him out. Dance, NEGLIGÉNTOV! "I shall go, shall go to mow Upon the meadow green." GRÍSHA bursts out laughing. GRÍSHA. The member dances very comically. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. What do you mean, "member"? GRÍSHA. Why, he himself tells us all that he is a member in the court, not a copy-clerk. And so they call him the member.
Their faces are tear-stained, but that does not prevent them from smiling; Alyosha is positively blissful, there has been a squabble! Vasya, the fifth form schoolboy, walks into the dining-room. He looks sleepy and disillusioned. "This is revolting!" he thinks, seeing Grisha feel in his pockets in which the kopecks are jingling. "How can they give children money?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking