"And what do you know about beauty?"
Liudmilla laughed and walked on. Sasha, burning with confusion, walked uneasily after her, stumbling frequently.
They managed to get through the hollow. They sat down on a birch trunk thrown down by the wind. Liudmilla said:
"My shoes are full of sand. I can't go on any further." She took off her shoes, shook out the sand and looked archly at Sasha.
"Do you think it's a pretty foot?" she asked.
Sasha flushed even more and did not know what to say. Liudmilla pulled off her stockings.
"Don't you think they're very white feet?" she asked and smiled strangely and coquettishly. "Down on your knees! Kiss them!" she said severely, and a commanding severity showed on her face.
Sasha went down on his knees quickly and kissed Liudmilla's feet.
"It's much nicer without stockings," said Liudmilla as she placed her stockings in her pocket and stuck her feet into her shoes. And her face again became gay and calm as if Sasha had not just been on his knees before her, kissing her naked feet.
Sasha asked: