Hesitating.
But I must go to change my dress, Naum.
NAUM.
I will accompany you as far as your room. You know, I danced again to-day and danced very well. I am not so short of breath now any longer.
With a feeling of adoration and slight envy.
How beautiful you are, Rosochka!
SARAH.
Wait, Rosochka, I will comb your hair myself. Will you allow me?
ROSA.
You do it very badly, mamma; you kiss it more than you comb it—my hair gets entangled from your kisses.