‘Mine is there too. Do you see her? in red. That’s a new beshmet. Why don’t you start the khorovod?’ he shouted, leaning out of the window. ‘Wait a bit, and then when it grows dark let us go too. Then we will invite them to Ustenka’s. We must arrange a ball for them!’
‘And I will come to Ustenka’s,’ said Olenin in a decided tone. ‘Will Maryanka be there?’
‘Yes, she’ll be there. Do come!’ said Beletski, without the least surprise. ‘But isn’t it a pretty picture?’ he added, pointing to the motley crowds.
‘Yes, very!’ Olenin assented, trying to appear indifferent.
‘Holidays of this kind,’ he added,