Beware; though my hand was soft, it can nevertheless still squeeze you so that tears will gush forth from your heels.

You've grown up too soon, like a toad-stool, just sprung up from the ground.

You have a bad smell already." "Why are you so angry at me ?" asked Foma, perplexed and offended, when his father chanced to be in a happy frame of mind.
"Because you cannot tolerate it when your father grumbles at you.

You're ready to quarrel immediately." "But it is offensive.

I have not grown worse than I was before.