"That won't help anybody." "Didn't even prepare the samovar," remarked Pavel.
The mother rose, and pointed to the books with a guilty air.
"You see, it was on account of them--all the time--I was----" The son and the Little Russian burst into laughter; and this relieved her.

Then Pavel picked out some books and carried them out into the yard to hide them, while the Little Russian remained to prepare the samovar.
"There's nothing terrible at all in this, mother.

It's only a shame for people to occupy themselves with such nonsense.

Grown-up men in gray come in with sabers at their sides, with spurs on their feet, and rummage around, and dig up and search everything.

They look under the bed, and climb up to the garret; if there is a cellar they crawl down into it.