“As much as one may want. But it is already melting considerably. There is water on the roads everywhere.”
He looked at her and smiled. Evidently Medinskaya noticed the ease of his behaviour and something new in his smile, for she adjusted her dress and drew farther away from him. Their eyes met—and Medinskaya lowered her head.
“Melting!” said she, thoughtfully, examining the ring on her little finger.
“Ye-es, streams everywhere.” Foma informed her, admiring his boots.
“That’s good. Spring is coming.”
“Now it won’t be delayed long.”
“Spring is coming,” repeated Medinskaya, softly, as if listening to the sounds of her words.
“People will start to fall in love,” said Foma, with a smile, and for some reason or other firmly rubbed his hands.
“Are you preparing yourself?” asked Medinskaya, drily.
“I have no need for it. I have been ready long ago. I am already in love for all my life.”