But what beautiful fibs he used to tell me then, Mavriky Nikolaevitch! They were better than the truth.

Why do you look at Mavriky Nikolaevitch like that?
He is the best and finest man on the face of the globe and you must like him just you do me! _Il fait tout ce que je veux._ But, dear Stepan Trofimovitch, you must be unhappy again, since you cry out in the middle of the street asking who will comfort you.

Unhappy, aren't you?
Aren't you ?" "Now I'm happy...." "Aunt is horrid to you ?" she went on, without listening.

"She's just the same as ever, cross, unjust, and always our precious aunt! And do you remember how you threw yourself into my arms in the garden and I comforted you and cried--don't be afraid of Mavriky Nikolaevitch; he has known all about you, everything, for ever so long; you can weep on his shoulder as long as you like, and he'll stand there as long as you like! ...

Lift up your hat, take it off altogether for a minute, lift up your head, stand on tiptoe, I want to kiss you on the forehead as I kissed you for the last time when we parted.