And she opened her eyes wide and inquired in a tone of great astonishment: "How do I make sport of you?
What does it mean to make sport ?" And her face looked so angelic that he could not help believing her.
"I love you! I love you! It is impossible not to love you!" said he hotly, and immediately added sadly, lowering his voice: "But you don't need it!" "There you have it!" sighed Medinskaya, satisfied, drawing back from him.

"I am always extremely pleased to hear you say this, with so much youthfulness and originality.

Would you like to kiss my hand ?" Without saying a word he seized her thin, white little hand and carefully bending down to it, he passionately kissed it for a long time.
Smiling and graceful, not in the least moved by his passion, she freed her hand from his.

Pensively, she looked at him with that strange glitter in her eyes, which always confused Foma; she examined him as something rare and extremely curious, and said: "How much strength and power and freshness of soul you possess! Do you know?
You merchants are an altogether new race, an entire race with original traditions, with an enormous energy of body and soul.

Take you, for instance--you are a precious stone, and you should be polished.