The little girl lay down on the floor, at his very feet, and fell asleep again.

The Wolf sat by the table with his head propped on his hands.

A grasshopper chirped in one corner.....

The rain beat down upon the roof and dripped down the windows; we all maintained silence.
"Foma Kuzmitch," began the peasant suddenly, in a dull, cracked voice: "hey there, Foma Kuzmitch!" "What do you want ?" "Let me go." The Wolf made no reply.
"Let me go ...

hunger drove me to it ...