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Updated: June 12, 2025
He brought with him a penetrating but not unpleasant smell of CHIKHIR wine, vodka, gunpowder, and congealed blood. Daddy Eroshka bowed down before the icons, smoothed his beard, and approaching Olenin held out his thick brown hand. 'Koshkildy, said he; That is Tartar for "Good-day" "Peace be unto you," it means in their tongue. 'Koshkildy, I know, answered Olenin, shaking hands.
Do you find it pleasant living among us? 'Yes, very pleasant, answered Olenin. It had grown quite dark before, talking in this way, they approached the village. They were still surrounded by the deep gloom of the forest. The wind howled through the tree-tops.
Is Grandad hungry? and from the hut came the sound of ringing laughter. Ustenka, plump, small, rosy, and pretty, with her sleeves turned up, ran into Beletski's hut to fetch some plates. 'Get away or I shall smash the plates! she squeaked, escaping from Beletski. 'You'd better come and help, she shouted to Olenin, laughing. 'And has Maryanka come? 'Of course! She brought some dough.
'Give it here. Their hands touched. Olenin took her hand, and she looked at him smiling. 'Are you going to be married soon? he asked. She did not answer, but turned away with a stern look. 'Do you love Lukashka? 'What's that to you? 'I envy him! 'Very likely! 'No really. You are so beautiful! And he suddenly felt terribly ashamed of having said it, so commonplace did the words seem to him.
But the two old men grew merry. The girls climbed onto the oven, where they sat whispering and looking at the men, who drank till it was late. Olenin did not talk, but drank more than the others. The Cossacks were shouting. The old woman would not let them have any more chikhir, and at last turned them out.
He pondered on these questions and also considered what he might get out of Olenin. Daddy Eroshka's hut was of a good size and not old, but the absence of a woman was very noticeable in it. Contrary to the usual cleanliness of the Cossacks, the whole of this hut was filthy and exceedingly untidy.
'The question I asked you the other day, said Olenin, stooping to her ear. 'Will you marry me? Maryanka thought for a moment. 'I'll tell you, said she, 'I'll tell you to-night. And through the darkness her eyes gleamed brightly and kindly at the young man. He still followed her. He enjoyed stooping closer to her.
Having had a snack and a drink of vodka to prepare themselves for the road, Olenin and the old man went out together before eight o'clock. At the gate they came up against a wagon to which a pair of oxen were harnessed.
The girls grabbed his sweetmeats from him, and, laughing, struggled for them among themselves. Beletski and Olenin stepped aside. Lukashka, as if ashamed of his generosity, took off his cap and wiping his forehead with his sleeve came up to Maryanka and Ustenka.
In a few minutes the door opened and a young sunburnt arm in a print sleeve thrust itself in, holding a tumbler in the hand. The cornet went up, took it, and whispered something to his daughter. Olenin poured tea for the cornet into the latter's own 'particular' glass, and for Eroshka into a 'worldly' glass.
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