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Suppose," I thought to myself, "that I am only a small boy, yet why should he disturb me? Why does he not go killing flies around Woloda's bed? No; Woloda is older than I, and I am the youngest of the family, so he torments me. That is what he thinks of all day long - how to tease me. He knows very well that he has woken me up and frightened me, but he pretends not to notice it. Disgusting brute And his dressing gown and cap and tassel too - they are all of them disgusting." While I was thus inwardly venting my wrath upon Karl Ivanitch, he had passed to his own bedstead, looked at his watch (which hung suspended in a little shoe sewn with bugles), and deposited the fly-flap on a nail, then, evidently in the most cheerful mood possible, he turned round to us. "Get up, children It is quite time, and your mother is already in the drawing room," he exclaimed in his strong German accent. Then he crossed over to me, sat down at my feet, and took his snuff-box out of his pocket. I pretended to be asleep. Karl Ivanitch sneezed, wiped his nose, flicked his fingers, and began amusing himself by teasing me and tickling my toes as he said with a smile, "Well, well, little lazy one " | Childhood by Leo Tolstoy Literary Collections Biography & Autobiography, Paperback | Indigo Chapters