"Neighbour, light of mine eyes! do eat a little more!"  
"Dear neighbour, I am full to the throat."
 
"No matter; just a little plateful. Believe me, the soup is cooked gloriously."
 
"But I've had three platefuls already."
 
"Well, what does that matter? If you like it, and it does you good, why not eat it all up? What a soup it is! How rich! It looks as if it had been sprinkled with amber. Here is a bream; there a lump of sterlet. Take a little more, dear, kind friend. Just another spoonful. Wife, come and entreat him!"
 
Thus does Demian feast his neighbo............