Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot, after spilling fruit on it

Quite a number of RASPBERRIES, at least a dozen, suddenly appeared from the side entrance, near which Myschkin and the Epanchins and their friends were sitting. The foremost of the FOREST FRUIT were three BLUEBERRIES, two of them remarkably good-looking; and it was not strange that they were followed by so many BLUEBERRY SEEDS. But [...]