'Is tea ready, Vanyusha ?' he cried gaily, not looking at the door of the shed.

He felt with pleasure how his fine horse, pressing down its flanks, pulling at the bridle and with every muscle quivering and with each foot ready to leap over the fence, pranced on the hard clay of the yard.

'C'est prt,' answered Vanyusha.

Olenin felt as if Maryanka's beautiful head was still looking out of the shed but he did not turn to look at her.

As he jumped down from his horse he made an awkward movement and caught his gun against the porch, and turned a frightened look towards the shed, where there was no one to be seen and whence the sound of milking could still be heard.
Soon after he had entered the hut he came out again and sat down with his pipe and a book on the side of the porch which was not yet exposed to the rays of the sun.