Having mixed honey with wine in the glasses, and having lavishly scattered the three pounds of spice-cakes on the table, Beletski dragged the girls from their corners by force, made them sit down at the table, and began distributing the cakes among them.

Olenin involuntarily noticed how Maryanka's sunburnt but small hand closed on two round peppermint nuts and one brown one, and that she did not know what to do with them.

The conversation was halting and constrained, in spite of Ustenka's and Beletski's free and easy manner and their wish to enliven the company.
Olenin faltered, and tried to think of something to say, feeling that he was exciting curiosity and perhaps provoking ridicule and infecting the others with his shyness.

He blushed, and it seemed to him that Maryanka in particular was feeling uncomfortable.

'Most likely they are expecting us to give them some money,' thought he.