“All right,” said Maryánka, “we shall see when the time comes.”
“So you are going,” said Lukáshka sternly, and, pressing her close, he kissed her on the cheek.
“There, leave off! Don’t bother,” and Maryánka, wrenching herself from his arms, moved away.
“Ah my girl, it will turn out badly,” said Lukáshka reproachfully and stood still, shaking his head. “Thou wilt weep because of me...” and turning away from her he shouted to the other girls:
“Now then! Play away!”
What he had said seemed to have frightened and vexed Maryánka. She stopped, “What will turn out badly?”
“Why, that!”
“That what?”
“Why, that you keep company with a soldier-lodger and no longer care for me!”
“I’ll care just as long as I choose. You’re not my father, nor my mother. What do you want? I’ll care for whom I like!”