'A sin to look at a nice girl?
A sin to have some fun with her?
Or is it a sin to love her?
Is that so in your parts?
...

No, my dear fellow, it's not a sin, it's salvation! God made you and God made the girl too.

He made it all; so it is no sin to look at a nice girl.

That's what she was made for; to be loved and to give joy.

That's how I judge it, my good fellow.' Having crossed the yard and entered a cool dark storeroom filled with barrels, Maryanka went up to one of them and repeating the usual prayer plunged a dipper into it.