XVIII + 

The “one” was the first in Volodya’s life! It made him feel rather strange. + 

“Lovlev!” his comrades taunted him, laughing and nudging him, “you caught it that time! Congratulations!” + 

Volodya felt awkward. He did not yet know how to behave in these circumstances. + 

“What if I have,” he answered peevishly, “what business is it of yours?” + 

“Lovlev!” the lazy Snegirev shouted, “our regiment has been reinforced!” + 

His first “one”! And he had yet to tell his mother. + 

He felt ashamed and humiliated. He felt as though he bore in the knapsack on his back a strangely heavy and awkward burden⁠—the “one” stuck clumsily in his consciousness and seemed to fit in with nothing else in his mind. + 

“One”! + 

He could not get used to the thought about the “one,” and yet could not think of anything else. When the policeman, who stood near the school, looked at him with his habitual severity Volodya could not help thinking: “What if you knew that I’ve received ‘one’!” + 

It was all so awkward and so unusual. Volodya did not know how to hold his head and where to put his hands; there was uneasiness in his whole bearing. + 

Besides, he had to assume a carefree look before his comrades and to talk of something else! + 

His comrades! Volodya was convinced that they were all very glad because of his “one.” + 