"Why are such people allowed to kill ?" For some time Tsiganok had been looking sideways at Musya; now turning quickly, he stared at her sharply, straight into her face.
"Young lady, young lady! What about you?
Her cheeks are rosy and she is laughing.

Look, she is really laughing," he said, clasping Werner's knee with his clutching, iron-like fingers.

"Look, look!" Reddening, smiling confusedly, Musya also gazed straight into his sharp and wildly searching eyes.
The wheels rattled fast and noisily.

The small cars kept hopping along the narrow rails.

Now at a curve or at a crossing the small engine whistled shrilly and carefully--the engineer was afraid lest he might run over somebody.