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Sergey Ivanovitch was saying this to himself while he was ten paces from Varvara. Kneeling down, with her hands over the mushrooms to guard them from Grisha, she was calling little Masha. “Come here, little ones! There are so many!” she was saying in her sweet, deep voice. Seeing Sergey Ivanovitch approaching, she did not get up and did not change her position, but everything told him that she felt his presence and was glad of it. “Well, did you find some?” she asked from under the white kerchief, turning her handsome, gently smiling face to him. “Not one,” said Sergey Ivanovitch. “Did you?” She did not answer, busy with the children who thronged about her.
