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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.
I cannot live like this any longer; to-morrow I will tell everything to her father, to Beletski, and to the whole village. Lukashka, after two sleepless nights, had drunk so much at the fete that for the first time in his life his feet would not carry him, and he slept in Yamka's house.
'It seems you have been spreeing at Yamka's all the time. I went out in the night to see the cattle, and I think it was your voice I heard singing songs. Lukashka did not reply, but went out into the passage, threw the bags over his shoulder, tucked up the skirts of his coat, took his musket, and then stopped for a moment on the threshold.
Nazarka smiled. 'Are we stopping here long? he asked. Till we've had a bit of fun. Run and get some vodka. Here's the money. Nazarka ran off obediently to get the vodka from Yamka's. Daddy Eroshka and Ergushov, like birds of prey, scenting where the merry-making was going on, tumbled into the hut one after the other, both tipsy.
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.
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.
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