"Who's a devil?" shouted Liudmilla angrily.
"Why you," answered Darya calmly, "are young, but ..."
Darya did not end her sentence, but whistled piercingly.
"Nonsense," said Liudmilla, and her voice sounded strangely.
A strange, severe smile shone on her face through her tears, like a bright, flaming ray at sunset through the last drops of a weary rain. Darya said in a rather annoyed way:
"What do you find interesting in him? Tell me, please."
Liudmilla, still with the same curious smile on her face, said slowly and pensively:
"How beautiful he is! How many untouched possibilities he has!"
"That's very cheap," said Darya decidedly. "All small boys have them."
"No, it isn't cheap," said Liudmilla. "They're unclean boys."