Why don't you eat your pie, my own?
You needn't go home for the night," she says.

And Gurka under the window says to himself, "That's fine!"' 'You're making it up.' 'No, quite true, by Heaven!' 'Well, if she's found another let her go to the devil,' said Lukashka, after a pause.

'There's no lack of girls and I was sick of her anyway.' 'Well, see what a devil you are!' said Nazarka.

'You should make up to the cornet's girl, Maryanka.

Why doesn't she walk out with any one ?' Lukashka frowned.