Little Russian

Little Russian with black eyes and frowning brow, declaimed

The Schoolmistress and other stories 2004

I have noticed that Little Russian women are always laughing or crying — no intermediate mood.

The Wife 2004

I felt sorry both for her and for myself and for the Little Russian, who mournfully watched her every time she ran through the cloud of chaff to the carts.

The Schoolmistress and other stories 2004

And she was not so young, about thirty, but she, too, was tall, well-made, with black eyebrows and red cheeks — in fact, she was a regular sugar-plum, and so sprightly, so noisy; she was always singing Little Russian songs and laughing.

The Wife 2004

He shrugged his shoulders in silence, and the Little Russian laughed with his thick, soft laugh.

Mother 2003

“Yes, you can!” said the Little Russian, and turning away his face from her, he rubbed his head, face, and eyes vigorously as was his wont.

Mother 2003

“To blame for what?” the Little Russian asked brusquely.

Mother 2003

The Little Russian shook his head, stretched himself like a violin string, and said, looking at the mother:

Mother 2003

The Little Russian, bending his head to one side, listened to the powerful roar, and shaking himself, said:

Mother 2003

“What strange ideas he has,” the mother thought, and for a moment she felt like contradicting the Little Russian and telling him that here was she who would have been glad to teach her son good, but knew nothing herself.

Mother 2003