As soon as possible." Pavel laughed and said: "I feel bad I didn't argue with him." "We'll have a chance to argue with him still," the Little Russian rejoined.

"You keep on playing your flute; whoever has gay feet, if they haven't grown into the ground, will dance to your tune.

Rybin would probably have said that we don't feel the ground under us, and need not, either.

Therefore it's our business to shake it.

Shake it once, and the people will be loosened from it; shake it once more, and they'll tear themselves away." The mother smiled.
"Everything seems to be simple to you, Andriusha." "Yes, yes, it's simple," said the Little Russian, and added gloomily: "Like life." A few minutes later he said: "I'll go take a walk in the field." "After the bath?
The wind will blow through you," the mother warned.
"Well, I need a good airing." "Look out, you'll catch a cold," Pavel said affectionately.