There was a little smile in his small greenish eyes, and his voice had a friendly, caressing sound.
"Polite!" said the mother to the Little Russian with a thoughtful air.
"Always with a smile on him.

I don't think it's right.

When a man is tending to affairs like these, I don't think he ought to grin." "Yes, yes.

They are so gentle, always smiling.

If they should be told: 'Look here, this man is honest and wise, he is dangerous to us; hang him!' they would still smile and hang him, and keep on smiling." "The one who made the search in our place is the better of the two; he is simpler.