"Let it be! Don't insist! I'll beat you!" he shouted.

Marya Nikolaevna smiled a sweet and good-humored smile, which was at once reflected on Nikolay's face, and she took the bottle.

"And do you suppose she understands nothing?" said Nikolay.

" She understands it all better than any of us.

Isn't it true there's something good and sweet in her?" "Were you never before in Moscow?" Konstantin said to her, for the sake of saying something.