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Updated: June 22, 2025
'You're tight, so you go and sing. Ergushov roared with laughter and nudged Nazarka. 'You'd better sing. And I'll begin too. I'm clever, I tell you. 'Are you asleep, fair ones? said Nazarka. 'We've come from the cordon to drink your health. We've already drunk Lukashka's health. Lukashka, when he reached the group, slowly raised his cap and stopped in front of the girls.
He kept asking me to come to the vineyards with him. 'Just see what pitch! But you didn't go, did you? And what a dare-devil he has become: the first among the braves. He makes merry out there in the army too! The other day our Kirka came home; he says: "What a horse Lukashka's got in exchange!" But all the same I expect he frets after you. And what else did he say?
The cornet became excited, and began giving orders to the Cossacks as to how they should divide and from which side they should approach. But the Cossacks did not appear to pay any attention to these orders, listening only to what Lukashka said and looking to him alone. Lukashka's face and figure were expressive of calm solemnity.
'Ah well, thank God, said the cornet's wife. "Snatcher" is certainly the only word for him. Lukashka was surnamed 'the Snatcher' because of his bravery in snatching a boy from a watery grave, and the cornet's wife alluded to this, wishing in her turn to say something agreeable to Lukashka's mother. 'I thank God, Mother, that he's a good son!
He's a fine fellow, everyone praises him, says Lukashka's mother. 'All I wish is to get him married; then I could die in peace. 'Well, aren't there plenty of young women in the village? answered the cornet's wife slyly as she carefully replaced the lid of the matchbox with her horny hands. 'Plenty, Mother, plenty, remarked Lukashka's mother, shaking her head.
Nazarka had come to the village that night at Lukashka's bidding to find a place to hide a stolen horse, and now, passing by on his way home, had heard the sound of footsteps. When he returned next morning to his company he bragged to his chum, and told him how cleverly he had got ten rubles. Next morning Olenin met his hosts and they knew nothing about the events of the night.
Which of the Gavrilovs does he come of? ... the Broad, eh? 'His nephew, replied the corporal. 'I know, I know. Well, lend a hand, help them, he said, turning to the Cossacks. Lukashka's face shone with joy and seemed handsomer than usual. He moved away from the corporal, and having put on his cap sat down beside Olenin.
On reaching home, to Lukashka's great surprise, Olenin with his own hands led out of the shed a horse he had bought in Groznoe it was not the one he usually rode but another not a bad horse though no longer young, and gave it to Lukashka. 'Why should you give me a present? said Lukashka, 'I have not yet done anything for you. 'Really it is nothing, answered Olenin.
Jingling weapons are a terrible disgrace to a Cossack. Two other Cossacks from the village caught the party up and exchanged a few words. Lukashka's horse either stumbled or caught its foot in some grass, and became restive which is a sign of bad luck among the Cossacks, and at such a time was of special importance.
She puts her hand to her face like this, and clicks her tongue and presses her hands to her heart as much as to say "sorry." Shall I call her in? She understood all about the abrek. 'Call her, said Lukashka. 'And I had some tallow there; bring it: I must grease my sword. The old woman went out, and a few minutes later Lukashka's dumb sister came up the creaking steps and entered the hut.
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