Manya could not imagine what these fascinating trinkets were. One day, straining on the tips of her toes, she was contemplating them with bliss when her father simply told her their name: 'Phy-sics app-a-ra-tus.

Do you know, Kazia, in spite of everything, I like school. Perhaps you will make fun of me, but nevertheless I must tell you that I like it, and even that I love it.

Unfortunately, neither Asnyk or Brandes could point out a means of obtaining higher education for them in a city where the university was closed to women; nor could those authors supply a magic formula for getting rich quick on lessons at half a ruble an hour.

But those who have the taste for sacrifice within them cannot stop at half-immolations." "I take the sun, and I throw it.

By such words and others more tender, by the protection he offered her...