Serezha exclaimed in a piercing voice, as he often did, 'Ah! Mama!' and stopped, hesitating whether to go and bid her good-morning and leave the flowers, or to finish the crown he was making and take it to her.
Serëza proruppe in un grido acuto, come spesso gli accadeva: «Oh mamma» e stette incerto se correre ad abbracciarla e lasciare i fiori, o terminare la coroncina di fiori e andare poi da lei.