"It's Stiva!" Levin shouted from under the balcony.

" We've finished, Dolly, don't be afraid!" he added, and started running like a boy to meet the carriage.

"_Is ea id, ejus, ejus, ejus!_" shouted Grisha, skipping along the avenue.

"And some one else too! Papa, of course!" cried Levin, stopping at the entrance of the avenue.