Their eyes met--and Medinskaya lowered her head.
"Melting!" said she, thoughtfully, examining the ring on her little finger.
"Ye-es, streams everywhere." Foma informed her, admiring his boots.
"That's good.

Spring is coming." "Now it won't be delayed long." "Spring is coming," repeated Medinskaya, softly, as if listening to the sounds of her words.
"People will start to fall in love," said Foma, with a smile, and for some reason or other firmly rubbed his hands.
"Are you preparing yourself ?" asked Medinskaya, drily.
"I have no need for it.

I have been ready long ago.

I am already in love for all my life." She cast a glance at him, and started to play again, looking at the strings and saying pensively: "Spring.

How good it is that you are but beginning to live.