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'Why not? answered Lukashka. 'Sit down here and I'll be back in a minute. I'll only show Daddy where to go. 'This is the best place; here we can see and not be seen, said Ergushov, 'so it's here we'll lie. It's a first-rate place! Nazarka and Ergushov spread out their cloaks and settled down behind the log, while Lukashka went on with Uncle Eroshka. 'It's not far from here.
He seemed to be living in the village just as he used to, but within him everything had changed. He spent his days in the forest, and towards eight o'clock, when it began to grow dusk, he would go to see his hosts, alone or with Daddy Eroshka. They grew so used to him that they were surprised when he stayed away. He paid well for his wine and was a quiet fellow.
'Get me the sword there you know, in the loft... make haste.... Eroshka went out. Pavel Afanasievitch suddenly became exceedingly pale, hurriedly took off his dressing-gown, put on a reddish coat with big paste buttons... twisted a cravat round his neck... Vassily looked at him, and twiddled the fingers of his right hand. 'Well, are we to fight then, Pavel Afanasievitch?
Olenin was surprised by the boys' behavior towards the old hunter, but was still more struck by the expressive, intelligent face and the powerful build of the man whom they called Daddy Eroshka. 'Here Daddy, here Cossack! he called. 'Come here! The old man looked into the window and stopped. 'Good evening, good man, he said, lifting his little cap off his cropped head.
'Yes, you know you're as cross as your mother. 'Spend more of your time with Eroshka; that will make the girls love you! And she smiled, looking straight and close into his eyes. He did not know what to reply. 'And if I were to come to see you he let fall. 'That would be a different matter, she replied, tossing her head.
'Eh, but you don't, you won't know the right order! Fool! said Daddy Eroshka, shaking his head reproachfully. 'If anyone says "Koshkildy" to you, you must say "Allah rasi bo sun," that is, "God save you." That's the way, my dear fellow, and not "Koshkildy." But I'll teach you all about it. We had a fellow here, Elias Mosevich, one of your Russians, he and I were kunaks.
Daddy Eroshka was a superannuated and solitary Cossack: twenty years ago his wife had gone over to the Orthodox Church and run away from him and married a Russian sergeant-major, and he had no children. He was not bragging when he spoke of himself as having been the boldest dare-devil in the village when he was young. Everybody in the regiment knew of his old-time prowess.
'And is he old or young, asked Lukashka, sitting down beside her. 'Do you think I've asked? answered the girl. 'I went to get him some chikhir and saw him sitting at the window with Daddy Eroshka. Red-headed he seemed. They've brought a whole cartload of things. And she dropped her eyes.
Eroshka evidently did not wish to express his thought clearly. He was silent for a while. 'And what did you think? Drink! he shouted suddenly, smiling and handing Olenin some wine. 'Well, what was I saying? he continued, trying to remember. 'Yes, that's the sort of man I am. I am a hunter. There is no hunter to equal me in the whole army.
While Olenin was getting ready, he heard the cornet giving orders to his family in an authoritative and sensible tone, and a few minutes later he saw him pass by the window in a tattered coat with his trousers rolled up to his knees and a fishing net over his shoulder. 'A rascal! said Daddy Eroshka, emptying his 'worldly' tumbler. 'And will you really pay him six rubles?
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