III + 

You devised an excellent game. You would jump up into the air, then strike the ground with your feet, as hard as you could, and accompany this with a shriek that caused our eardrums to approach the bursting point. + 

“Stop it, Eugene,” said your mother. + 

Instead of replying, you struck the floor harder than ever. + 

“Stop it, dear, mamma is asking you,” said grandma. + 

But you are not afraid of your grandma at all. Bing! + 

“Oh, stop it,” said I, trying to appear calm, and to continue the conversation. + 

“Stop it yourself,” you shouted, struck the floor again, and shrieked even louder than before. + 

I shrugged my shoulders and pretended to pay no attention to you. But it is here that the whole thing began. + 

I said that I pretended not to pay any attention to you. But, shall I tell you the truth? I not only did not forget about you after your insolent shout, but I began to experience a feeling of hatred for you. I had to make an effort to pretend that I did not notice you and to appear calm. But this did not end the matter. You shouted again, shouted so that everything that was going on in your soul at that time must have been in your shout, for it was so full of pure, divine joy, that God himself would have smiled had he heard you. But I jumped up from my chair in fury. + 

“Stop it!” I bellowed suddenly, myself astonished by the loudness of my tone. What devil was it that poured a whole barrel of fury upon me at that moment? I did not know what I was doing. For an instant your face became distorted with a lightning-like streak of horror. + 

“Ah!” you shouted again, and, just to show me that you were not afraid, you struck the floor again. + 

And I, I rushed at you, seized you by the arm so that you turned almost completely around, slapped you with a keen sense of satisfaction, and pushed you out of the room. + 

There’s figures for you! + 