the balcony. "What do you say to our all going into the garden?"
"Let us, let us" they shrieked, joyfully; as though he had guessed the general wish.
They walked in the garden till dinner-time. Madame Zablebinin, though she had been longing to have a nap, could not resist going out with them, but wisely sat down to rest on the verandah, where she at once began to doze. In the garden Velchaninov and the girls got on to still more friendly terms. He noticed that several very young men from the villas joined them; one was a student and another simply a high school boy. They promptly made a dash each for his girl, and it was evident that they had come on their account; the third, a very morose and dishevelled-looking youth of twenty, in huge blue spectacles, began, with a frown, whispering hurriedly with Marie Nikititchna and Nadya. He scanned Velchaninov sternly, and seemed to consider it incumbent upon himself to treat him with extraordinary contempt. Some of the girls suggested that they should play games. To Velchaninov's question, what games they played, they said all sorts of games, and catch-catch, but in the evening they would play proverbs—that is, all would sit down and one would go out, the others choose a proverb—for instance: "More haste, less speed," and when the one outside is called in, each in turn has to say one sentence to him. One, for instance, must say a sentence in which there is the word "more," the second, one in which there is the word "haste,” and so on. And from their sentences he must guess the proverb.
"That must be very amusing," said Velchaninov.
"Oh, no, it's awfully boring," cried two or three voices at once.
"Or else we play at acting," Nadya observed, suddenly addressing him. "Do you see that thick tree, round which there's a seat: behind that tree is behind the scenes, and there the actors sit, say a king, a queen, a princess, a young man—just as any one likes; each one enters when he chooses and says anything that comes into his head, and that's the game.”
"But that's delightful!" Velchaninov repeated again.
"Oh, no, it's awfully dull! At first it did turn out amusing, but lately it’s always been senseless, for no one knows how to end it; perhaps with you, though, it will be more interesting
