She felt hurt that the news should have come to her, not from her son, but from a stranger, and she pressed her lips together tightly, and lowered her eyebrows.
"Yes, a fine girl!" Yegor nodded assent.

"There's a bit of the noblewoman in her yet, but it's growing less and less all the time.

You are sorry for her, I see.

What's the use?
You won't find heart enough, if you start to grieve for all of us rebels, granny dear.

Life is not made very easy for us, I admit.