Sitting there in the corner, beneath the green leaves, she looked at once like a flower, and like an ikon.
"See, Sophya Pavlovna, how he is staring at you.

An eagle, eh ?" said Ignat.
Her eyes became narrower, a faint blush leaped to her cheeks, and she burst into laughter.

It sounded like the tinkling of a little silver bell.

And she immediately arose, saying: "I wouldn't disturb you.

Good-bye!" When she went past Foma noiselessly, the scent of perfume came to him, and he noticed that her eyes were dark blue, and her eyebrows almost black.
"The sly rogue glided away," said Mayakin in a low voice, angrily looking after her.
"Well, tell us how was the trip?
Have you squandered much money ?" roared Ignat, pushing his son into the same armchair where Medinskaya had been sitting awhile before.