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Updated: June 20, 2025
'Well, have you carried off many Nogay horses? asked a lean old man with a frowning, lowering look. 'Have you counted them, Grandad, that you ask? replied Lukashka, turning away. 'That's all very well, but you need not take my lad along with you, the old man muttered with a still darker frown.
'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.
The Cossacks were all speaking and shouting so that it was impossible to make out exactly what they were saying. 'Ride to the Upper Post, shouted one. 'Saddle and catch us up, be quick, said another. 'It's nearer through the other gate! 'What are you talking about? cried Lukashka. 'We must go through the middle gates, of course.
Just then the sound reached them of breaking bushes and the loud voices of Cossacks approaching along the bank on horseback and on foot. 'Are you bringing the skiff? shouted Lukashka. 'You're a trump, Luke! Lug it to the bank! shouted one of the Cossacks. Without waiting for the skiff Lukashka began to undress, keeping an eye all the while on his prey.
'And my Lukashka is at the cordon; they won't let him come home, said the visitor, though the cornet's wife had known all this long ago. She wanted to talk about her Lukashka whom she had lately fitted out for service in the Cossack regiment, and whom she wished to marry to the cornet's daughter, Maryanka. 'So he's at the cordon? 'He is. Mother. He's not been home since last holidays.
'All right, all right! answered her son, frowning. His deaf sister shouted to attract his attention. She pointed to her head and the palm of her hand, to indicate the shaved head of a Chechen. Then she frowned, and pretending to aim with a gun, she shrieked and began rapidly humming and shaking her head. This meant that Lukashka should kill another Chechen. Lukashka understood.
'Bring us another half-pail, shouted Lukashka to his mother, by way of reply to their greeting. 'Now then, tell us where did you steal them, you devil? shouted Eroshka. 'Fine fellow, I'm fond of you! 'Fond indeed... answered Lukashka laughing, 'carrying sweets from cadets to lasses! Eh, you old... 'That's not true, not true! ... Oh, Mark, and the old man burst out laughing.
There now, only the other day, what a boar I killed, and I divided it among the Cossacks, but if I had only known, I'd have given it to you. 'That's all right, thank you! But don't harness the horse, it has never been in harness. 'Why harness the horse? And there is something else I'll tell you if you like, said Lukashka, bending his head. 'I have a kunak, Girey Khan.
'Good-bye, mother! he said as he closed the gate behind him. 'Send me a small barrel with Nazarka. I promised it to the lads, and he'll call for it. 'May Christ keep you, Lukashka. God be with you! I'll send you some, some from the new barrel, said the old woman, going to the fence: 'But listen, she added, leaning over the fence. The Cossack stopped.
'He lies, the old devil! said Lukashka, angrily. 'She's not such a girl. If he does not look out I'll wallop that old devil's sides, and he began his favourite song: 'From the village of Izmaylov, From the master's favourite garden, Once escaped a keen-eyed falcon.
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