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But Sina was so pretty and looked at him with those dark eyes of hers in such a pleading way that he gravely replied: "I thought them quite charming and melodious." Sina smiled, surprised that such praise could please her so much. "Ah I you don't know my Sinotschka yet!" said Lialia, "she is all that is beautiful and melodious." "You don't say so!" exclaimed Ivanoff.
Her voice, a high soprano, though not powerful, was sympathetic in quality. Ivanoff muttered, "That's sweet!" and Sanine exclaimed "Charming!" When she had finished they all clapped their hands and the sound was echoed strangely in the dark woods on either side. "Sing something else, Sinotschka!" cried Lialia; "or, better still, recite one of your own poems."
Yourii suspected something. "From whom?" he asked, sharply, "From Sinotschka Karsavina," said Lialia, shaking her finger at him, significantly. Yourii blushed deeply. To receive through his sister a little pink, scented letter like this seemed utterly silly; in fact ridiculous. It positively annoyed him.
"So you're a poetess, too?" asked Ivanoff. "How many gifts does the good God bestow upon his creatures!" "Is that a bad thing?" asked Sina in confusion. "No, it's a very good thing," replied Sanine. "If a girl's got youth and good looks, what does she want with poetry, I should like to know?" observed Ivanoff. "Never mind! Recite something, Sinotschka, do!" cried Lialia, amorous and tender.
Splashed with wet mud to the knees, the boy entered, and snatching his cap from his head, said: "The young lady sent me." "Sinotschka," wrote Dubova, "if possible, do come back to town this evening. The Inspector of Schools has arrived, and will visit our school to-morrow morning. It won't look well if you are not there." "What is it?" asked Sina's old aunt. "Olga has sent for me.
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