Leo Tolstoy,
Childhood (Tolstoy) — In Bed
“ Then you ARE in love with her!" I interrupted."And then," went on Woloda, smiling tenderly, "kiss her fingers and eyes and lips and nose and feet--kiss all of her.""How absurd!" I exclaimed from beneath the pillows."Ah, you don't understand things," said Woloda with contempt."I DO understand. It's you who don't understand things, and you talk rubbish, too," I replied, half-crying."Well, there is nothing to cry about," he concluded. "She is only a girl." ”
