"What ought I to do?" she said.
A mixture of agony and of despair sounded in her voice.
"What ought you to do?" cried Vassili, flashing out suddenly into rage.
He felt a passionate desire to strike her, to throw her down and bury her in the sand, to kick her in the face and on the bosom....
He clinched his fists and cast a look behind him.
Over there near the barrels he saw Sereja and Jakoff, and their faces were turned in his direction.
"Get along with you; or I shall do for you!..."
He stopped and breathed curses into her face. His eyes were bloodshot, his beard trembled, and his hands were stretched involuntarily towards Malva's hair, which appeared above her shawl.
Her green eyes were fixed on him.
"You deserve to be killed!... But wait a bit. Some one will break your head one of these days!"