across the room, and finally stood on his head on a pyramid of
Tatistchev's dictionaries, moving his legs about with such comical
rapidity that it was impossible not to help bursting with merriment.

After this last trick he pondered for a moment (blinking his eyes as
usual), and then went up to Ilinka with a very serious face.

"Try and do that," he said. "It is not really difficult."

Ilinka, observing that the general attention was fixed upon him,
blushed, and said in an almost inaudible voice that he could not do the
feat.

"Well, what does he mean by doing nothing at all? What a girl the fellow
is! He has just GOT to stand on his head," and Seriosha, took him by the
hand.

"Yes, on your head at once! This instant, this instant!" every one
shouted as we ran upon Ilinka and dragged him to the dictionaries,
despite his being visibly pale and frightened.

"Leave me alone! You are tearing my jacket!" cried the unhappy victim,
but his exclamations of despair only encouraged us the more. We were
dying with laughter, while the green jacket was bursting at every seam.

Woloda and the eldest Iwin took his head and placed it on the
dictionaries, while Seriosha, and I seized his poor, thin legs (his
struggles had stripped them upwards to the knees), and with boisterous,
laughter held them uptight--the youngest Iwin superintending his general
equilibrium.