"That's always how she is," said Marya Dmitrievna, following her aunt with her eyes.
Marya Proderenska lay flat on the floor, her arms outstretched.
On the little platform between two first-class carriages a lady was standing, and Marya Vassilyevna glanced at her as she passed.
"Ice pudding, but you won't get any," said Marya Dmitrievna.
Then Marya was whisked off by Mademoiselle to attend to her practising.
First came Marya Dmitrievna and the count, both with merry countenances.
Panshin only replied to Marya Dmitrievna by a single glance.
Marya Dmitrievna appeared, and they were called to breakfast.
She was looking absent-mindedly into the air, no longer noticing even Marya Timofyevna.
You know Marya and Vanya are married––that is, they live together.