whi-i-ite

Updated: May 4, 2025

'Will you marry me? he had asked. 'You'd deceive me and not have me, she replied cheerfully and calmly. 'But do you love me? Tell me for God's sake! 'Why shouldn't I love you? You don't squint, answered Maryanka, laughing and with her hard hands squeezing his.... 'What whi-ite, whi-i-ite, soft hands you've got so like clotted cream, she said. 'I am in earnest. Tell me, will you marry me?

graf Leo Tolstoy - The Cossacks