It was a beautifully sad and wistful whistle.
Once the mother said to the son: "Suppose we take the Little Russian in as a boarder.

It will be better for both of you.

You won't have to run to each other so much!" "Why need you trouble and crowd yourself ?" asked Pavel, shrugging his shoulders.
"There you have it! All my life I've had trouble for I don't know what.

For a good person it's worth the while." "Do as you please.

If he comes I'll be glad." And the Little Russian moved into their home..