Meanwhile, the Haya was quietly sneaking toward our hearts and had already reached out her hand to snach them, but suddenly pulled it back as if burnt, sucked her fingers, shook her leg, and ran around to the other side, but again jumped away and pulled her hand back. However, despite all her failures, she suddenly seized our hearts with both hands, wincing and blowing, tossing them from one hand to the other, like a muzhik who takes a coal for his pipe in his bare hands; at least she hastily hid it in her pocket and ran on as if nothing had happened.