The ones
are snotty, the others have yellow around the mouth. More than
anything else, now, I dislike the little boys. He comes, the
little varmint; he's cowardly, he hurries, he trembles, but having
done the business, he doesn't know what to do with his eyes for
shame. He's all squirming from disgust. I just feel like giving
him one in the snout. Before giving you the rouble, he holds it in
his pocket in his fist, and that rouble's all hot, even sweaty.
The milksop! His mother gives him a ten kopeck piece for a French
roll with sausage, but he's economized out of that for a wench. I
had one little cadet in the last few days. So just on purpose, to
spite him, I say: 'Here, my dearie, here's a little caramel for
you on your way; when you're going back to your corps, you'll suck
on it.' So at first he got offended, but afterwards took it. Later
I looked from the stoop, on purpose; just as soon as he walked
out, he looked around, and right away into his mouth with the
caramel. The little swine!"
"But with old men it's still worse," says Little Manka in a tender
voice, and slyly looks at Zoe.
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