'You don't want to be happy,' and she began tickling Maryanka.

'Oh, leave off!' said Maryanka, screaming and laughing.

'You've crushed Lazutka.' 'Hark at those young devils! Quite frisky! Not tired yet!' came the old woman's sleepy voice from the wagon.
'Don't want happiness,' repeated Ustenka in a whisper, insistently.
'But you are lucky, that you are! How they love you! You are so crusty, and yet they love you.

Ah, if I were in your place I'd soon turn the lodger's head! I noticed him when you were at our house.

He was ready to eat you with his eyes.