Maryánka’s look was severely indifferent, but her face suddenly brightened up when she heard her name. She opened the window and leant out, frightened and joyous.
“What—what do you want?” she said.
“Open!” uttered Lukáshka. “Let me in for a minute. I am so sick of waiting! It’s awful!”
He took hold of her head through the window and kissed her.
“Really, do open!”
“Why do you talk nonsense? I’ve told you I won’t! Have you come for long?”
He did not answer but went on kissing her, and she did not ask again.
“There, through the window one can’t even hug you properly,” said Lukáshka.
“Maryánka dear!” came the voice of her mother, “who is that with you?”
Lukáshka took off his cap, which might have been seen, and crouched down by the window.