human
Would you like a net, your excellency? The bees are angry now, said the old man, taking down from the fence a dirty gingham bag fragrant of honey, and handing it to the prince.
gpt
The bees know me, and don't sting,
human
I don't need it either. Well, are they swarming yet?
gpt
Yes, they are swarming, father, Mitri Mikolayévitch, [45] replied the old man, throwing an expression of peculiar endearment into this form of addressing his bárin by his name and patronymic.
human
They have only just begun to swarm; it has been a cold spring, you know.
gpt
I have just been reading in a book, began Nekhliudof, defending himself from a bee which had got entangled in his hair, and was buzzing under his ear,
human
You don't want to gesticulate; that makes it worse, said the little old man.
gpt
Now don't you think you had better put on the net?
human
Maison Rustique,