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I'll take you. 'Well, good-bye! Christ save you. Lukashka mounted his horse, and without calling on Maryanka, rode caracoling down the street, where Nazarka was already awaiting him. 'I say, shan't we call round? asked Nazarka, winking in the direction of Yamka's house. 'That's a good one! said Lukashka. 'Here, take my horse to her and if I don't come soon give him some hay.
Because even a peasant can buy a horse pay the money and take the horse. They were silent for a while. 'Well, of course it's dull both in the village and the cordon, Daddy: but there's nowhere one can go for a bit of sport. All our fellows are so timid. Take Nazarka.
In fact, Lukashka, stooping, as with big strides he passed under the windows, ran out through the yard and towards Yamka's house unseen by anyone but Olenin. After drinking two bowls of chikhir he and Nazarka rode away to the outpost. The night was warm, dark, and calm. They rode in silence, only the footfall of their horses was heard.
He found Nazarka at Yamka's house, and after having a spree with him went to Dunayka's house, where, in spite of her not being faithful to him, he spent the night.
'Stop, I say! exclaimed Ergushov, seizing his musket and raising himself behind the log near which he was lying. 'Shut up, you devil! whispered Lukashka, grinding his teeth. 'abreks! 'Whom have you shot? asked Nazarka. 'Who was it, Lukashka? Lukashka did not answer. He was reloading his gun and watching the floating wood.
"Directly, Lukashka, directly!" answered the old woman. "Our women are making merry. I expect our dumb one has gone too." She took her keys and hurriedly went to the outhouse. Nazarka, after putting up his horse and taking the gun off his shoulder, returned to Lukashka's house and went in.
'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.
The faces of all three, but especially that of the old Cossack, were redder than usual. Ergushov was reeling and kept laughing and nudging Nazarka in the ribs. 'Why are you not singing? he shouted to the girls. 'Sing to our merry-making, I tell you! They were welcomed with the words, 'Had a good day? Had a good day? 'Why sing? It's not a holiday, said one of the women.
The cold began to be penetrating. Nazarka awoke, spoke a little, and fell asleep again. Lukashka feeling bored got up, drew the knife from his dagger-handle and began to fashion his stick into a ramrod.
Tell us! shouted Uncle Eroshka, wiping the sweat from his broad red face with the sleeve of his coat. 'Ah, there's a vulture living in the plane tree here, Uncle. As soon as night comes he begins hovering round, said Nazarka, winking and jerking his shoulder and leg. 'Come, come! said the old man incredulously. 'Really, Uncle! You must keep watch, replied Nazarka with a laugh.
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