Yura Mikhailovich said:

"I feel sorry for him."

Mamma said:

"For him?"

And she laughed strangely. Yurochka understood that they were
talking of him, of Yurochka--but what did it all mean, O Lord? And
why did she laugh?

Yura Mikhailovich said:

"Where are you going? I will not let you go."

Mamma said:

"You offend me. Let me go! No, you have no right to kiss me. Let
me go!"

They became silent. Now Yurochka looked through the leaves and saw
that the officer embraced and kissed mamma. Then they spoke of
something, but he understood nothing; he heard nothing; he suddenly
forgot the meaning of words. And he even forgot the words which he
knew and used before. He remembered but one word, "Mamma," and he
whispered it uninterruptedly with his dry lips, but that word sounded
so terrible, more terrible than anything. And in order not to
exclaim it against his will, Yura covered his mouth with both hands,
one upon the other, and thus remained until the officer and mamma