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“Volodya, it’s the third time I’ve seen you with the little book. Do you spend whole evenings admiring your fingers?” + 

Volodya stood uneasily at the table, like a truant caught, and he turned the pages of the leaflet with hot fingers. + 

“Give it to me,” said his mother. + 

Volodya, confused, put out his hand with the leaflet. His mother took it, said nothing, and went out; while Volodya sat down over his copybooks. + 

He felt ashamed that, by his stubbornness, he had offended his mother, and he felt vexed that she had taken the booklet from him; he was even more vexed at himself for letting the matter go so far. He felt his awkward position, and his vexation with his mother troubled him: he had scruples in being angry with her, yet he couldn’t help it. And because he had scruples he felt even more angry. + 

“Well, let her take it,” he said to himself at last, “I can get along without it.” + 

And, in truth, Volodya had the figures in his memory, and used the little book merely for verification. + 