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"If only Masha does not begin her naughty tricks, if Grisha isn't kicked by a horse, and Lily's stomach isn't upset again!" she thought. But these questions of the present were succeeded by questions of the immediate future. She began thinking how she had to get a new flat in Moscow for the coming winter, to renew the drawing room furniture, and to make her elder girl a cloak.
Grisha!" said their mother, trying to save the frock, but with tears in her eyes, smiling a blissful, rapturous smile. The new frocks were taken off, and orders were given for the little girls to have their blouses put on, and the boys their old jackets, and the wagonette to be harnessed; with Brownie, to the bailiff's annoyance, again in the shafts, to drive out for mushroom picking and bathing.
The cook's son looks up and turns pale. "Then I can't go on playing any more," he whispers. "Why not?" "Because . . . because I have got no more money." "You can't play without money," says Grisha. Andrey ransacks his pockets once more to make sure. Finding nothing in them but crumbs and a bitten pencil, he drops the corners of his mouth and begins blinking miserably.
Aksinya picked him up and brought him along . . . the accursed devil. . . . And where has he come from for my undoing!" At dinner, when Pelageya was handing the dishes, everyone looked into her face and teased her about the cabman. She turned fearfully red, and went off into a forced giggle. "It must be shameful to get married," thought Grisha. "Terribly shameful."
He still denies it! This is awful! This is awful! Now, speak up, where've you been? GRÍSHA. Why, really, ma'am! I just informed you, ma'am. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Were you at the fair all night? GRÍSHA. I just informed you so, ma'am. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. How did you dare, when I let you go for only a short time? GRÍSHA. Well, really, ma'am! I did want to go home, but they wouldn't let me, ma'am.
Much sand has run out since then, many recollections of the past have faded from my memory or become blurred in indistinct visions, and poor Grisha himself has long since reached the end of his pilgrimage; but the impression which he produced upon me, and the feelings which he aroused in my breast, will never leave my mind.
"Honest to God, I'd like to; here's a cross to prove it," said Egorka rather quickly, and he crossed himself with an oblique movement of the joined fingers of his dirty hand. "Then follow me," said Grisha. He turned lightly homewards, and as he walked he did not stop to look round at the meagre, tiresome objects of this grey life. Egorka followed the white boy.
"I did see something yesterday!" says Anya, as though to herself. "Filipp Filippitch turned his eyelids inside out somehow and his eyes looked red and dreadful, like an evil spirit's." "I saw it too," says Grisha. "Eight! And a boy at our school can move his ears. Twenty-seven!" Andrey looks up at Grisha, meditates, and says: "I can move my ears too. . . ." "Well then, move them."
GRÍSHA. What are you trying to teach me for? MADAM ULANBÉKOV. As for you, my dear, if I ever hear anything like this again, I'll have them drive you off the place with brooms. She goes out. VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA remains standing in a stupor. The same, except MADAM ULANBÉKOV; then LÍZA LEONÍD. Well, you caught it, didn't you? And you deserved it, too! VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. I'll have my turn yet.
Prince Davidov looked reproachfully at Trirodov. A repressed smile trembled on Trirodov's lips and an obstinate challenge gleamed in his eyes. The visitor affectionately drew Grisha to him and stroked him gently. The quiet boy stood calmly there and Trirodov was gloomy. He said to his visitor: "You love children. I can understand that. They are angelic beings, though unbearable sometimes.
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