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Updated: June 20, 2025
If yours cured people, Cossacks and Chechens would go to you for treatment, but as it is your officers and colonels send to the mountains for doctors. Yours are all humbugs, all humbugs. Olenin did not answer. He agreed only too fully that all was humbug in the world in which he had lived and to which he was now returning. 'How is Lukashka? You've been to see him? he asked.
'Well then, here is a dagger I've brought you, said Lukashka, unfastening his girdle and taking out one of the two daggers which hung from it. 'I got it from across the river. 'Oh, thank you! 'And mother has promised to bring you some grapes herself. 'That's quite unnecessary. We'll balance up some day. You see I don't offer you any money for the dagger! 'How could you? We are kunaks.
'Oh! said Lukashka, breaking off in his song, 'where did you get that cock pheasant? I suppose it was in my trap? Nazarka was of the same age as Lukashka and had also only been at the front since the previous spring. He was plain, thin and puny, with a shrill voice that rang in one's ears. They were neighbours and comrades.
Lukashka had appeared particularly merry. His face shone with audacity and joy. Obviously staggered by Maryanka's cold reply he suddenly knitted his brow. 'Step up on my stirrup and I'll carry you away to the mountains. Mammy! he suddenly exclaimed, and as if to disperse his dark thoughts he caracoled among the girls.
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.
Lukashka and Maryanka he involuntarily united in his mind, and he found pleasure in thinking about them. 'He loves Maryanka, thought Olenin, 'and I could love her, and a new and powerful emotion of tenderness overcame him as they walked homewards together through the dark forest. Lukashka too felt happy; something akin to love made itself felt between these two very different young men.
His whistle was answered and he stepped up to his comrades. Nazarka, all curled up, was already asleep. Ergushov sat with his legs crossed and moved slightly to make room for Lukashka. 'How jolly it is to sit here! It's really a good place, said he. 'Did you take him there? 'Showed him where, answered Lukashka, spreading out his cloak. 'But what a big boar I roused just now close to the water!
Lukashka recognized the dog as one belonging to his neighbour, Uncle Eroshka, a hunter, and saw, following it through the thicket, the approaching figure of the hunter himself.
She did not push his arm away but pressed it firmly with her strong hard fingers. 'Do gentlemen marry Cossack girls? Go away! 'But will you? Everything... 'And what shall we do with Lukashka? said she, laughing.
Olenin looked out of the window to see what he would do. Lukashka went out, hanging his head. Then, having led the horse out of the gate, he suddenly shook his head, threw the reins of the halter over its head, sprang onto its back like a cat, gave a wild shout, and galloped down the street.
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