The baby stretched his plump little hands towards the girl and seized a necklace string that hung down onto her blue beshmet.

Maryanka bent towards the child and glanced at Lukashka from the corner of her eyes.

Lukashka just then was getting out from under his coat, from the pocket of his black beshmet, a bundle of sweetmeats and seeds.
'There, I give them to all of you,' he said, handing the bundle to Ustenka and smiling at Maryanka.
A confused expression again appeared on the girl's face.

It was as though a mist gathered over her beautiful eyes.

She drew her kerchief down below her lips, and leaning her head over the fair-skinned face of the baby that still held her by her coin necklace she suddenly began to kiss it greedily.