'Stop, Nikolay!' he says to him.

'Your swearing won't reform them.' But he bawls: 'Wipe them off the face of the earth like a pest!' Pavel conducts himself finely out there; he treats all alike, and is as firm as a rock! They'll soon let him go." "Soon ?" said the mother, relieved now and smiling.

"I know he'll be let out soon!" "Well, if you know, it's all right! Give me tea, mother.

Tell me how you've been, how you've passed your time." He looked at her, smiling all over, and seemed so near to her, such a splendid fellow.

A loving, somewhat melancholy gleam flashed from the depths of his round, blue eyes.
"I love you dearly, Andriusha!" the mother said, heaving a deep sigh, as she looked at his thin face grotesquely covered with tufts of hair.
"People are satisfied with little from me! I know you love me; you are capable of loving everybody; you have a great heart," said the Little Russian, rocking in his chair, his eyes straying about the room.
"No, I love you very differently!" insisted the mother.