" But why have they all agreed to speak just in the same manner always the dreariest and most useless stuff? Why does he keep me off; why doesn't he love me?" he asked himself mournfully, and could not think of an answer.

After the lesson with the grammar teacher came his father's lesson.

While waiting for his father, Seryozha sat at the table playing with a penknife, and fell to dreaming.

Among Seryozha's favorite occupations was searching for his mother during his walks.