I should like cabbage soup and porridge better than anything; but of course there's nothing like that here.
" "_Porridge a la Russe,_ your honor would like?" said the Tatar, bending down to Levin, like a nurse speaking to a child.
"No, joking apart, whatever you choose is sure to be good.
I've been skating, and I'm hungry.
And don't imagine," he added, detecting a look of dissatisfaction on Oblonsky's face, "that I shan't appreciate your choice.