I will marry you.' ('What am I saying,' he thought as he uttered these words.

'Shall I be able to say the same to-morrow ?' 'Yes, I shall, I am sure I shall, and I will repeat them now,' replied an inner voice.) 'Will you marry me ?' She looked at him seriously and her fear seemed to have passed.
'Maryanka, I shall go out of my mind! I am not myself.

I will do whatever you command,' and madly tender words came from his lips of their own accord.
'Now then, what are you drivelling about ?' she interrupted, suddenly seizing the arm he was stretching towards her.

She did not push his arm away but pressed it firmly with her strong hard fingers.

'Do gentlemen marry Cossack girls?
Go away!' 'But will you?
Everything...' 'And what shall we do with Lukashka ?' said she, laughing.
He snatched away the arm she was holding and firmly embraced her young body, but she sprang away like a fawn and ran barefoot into the porch: Olenin came to his senses and was terrified at himself.