'Cossacks have been killed, that's what for.' 'Lukashka ?' said Olenin.
'Go away! What do you want ?' 'Maryanka!' said Olenin, approaching her.
'You will never get anything from me!' 'Maryanka, don't speak like that,' Olenin entreated.
'Get away.

I'm sick of you!' shouted the girl, stamping her foot, and moved threateningly towards him.

And her face expressed such abhorrence, such contempt, and such anger that Olenin suddenly understood that there was no hope for him, and that his first impression of this woman's inaccessibility had been perfectly correct.
Olenin said nothing more, but ran out of the hut..