She's lying ill with the baby, it cries a lot at night, it's the stomach.

The mother sleeps, but the old woman picks it up; I play ball with it.

The ball's from Hamburg.

I bought it in Hamburg to throw it and catch it, it strengthens the spine.

It's a girl." "Are you fond of children ?" "I am," answered Kirillov, though rather indifferently.
"Then you're fond of life ?" "Yes, I'm fond of life! What of it ?" "Though you've made up your mind to shoot yourself." "What of it?
Why connect it?
Life's one thing and that's another.