It will be jolly." His words and his vivacity dispelled the alarm excited in the mother's heart by Rybin.

The Little Russian walked up and down the room, his feet sounding on the floor.

He rubbed his head with one hand and his chest with the other, and spoke looking at the floor: "You know, sometimes you have a wonderful feeling living in your heart.
It seems to you that wherever you go, all men are comrades; all burn with one and the same fire; all are merry; all are good.

Without words they all understand one another; and no one wants to hinder or insult the other.

No one feels the need of it.