Olenin could only see a knee, and one of her shapely legs hanging down from the oven.

He treated the old woman to tea.

She treated her guest to clotted cream which she sent Maryanka to fetch.

But having put a plateful on the table Maryanka again sprang on the oven from whence Olenin felt her eyes upon him.

They talked about household matters.
Granny Ulitka became animated and went into raptures of hospitality.
She brought Olenin preserved grapes and a grape tart and some of her best wine, and pressed him to eat and drink with the rough yet proud hospitality of country folk, only found among those who produce their bread by the labour of their own hands.