And to you, Andriusha, more than all the rest." He took her hand in his, pressed it tightly, and quickly turned aside.
Fatigued with emotion and agitation, the mother leisurely and silently washed the cups; and her breast gently glowed with a bold feeling that warmed her heart.
Walking up and down the room the Little Russian said: "Mother, why don't you sometimes try to befriend Vyesovshchikov and be kind to him?
He is a fellow that needs it.

His father sits in prison--a nasty little old man.

Nikolay sometimes catches sight of him through the window and he begins to swear at him.

That's bad, you know.

He is a good fellow, Nikolay is.