Are you a Tartar ?" The stranger stretched out his feet, and smiled so broad a smile that the ends of his mustache traveled to the nape of his neck.

Then he said seriously: "Not yet.

I'm not a Tartar yet." "I asked because I rather thought the way you spoke was not exactly Russian," she explained, catching his joke.
"I am better than a Russian, I am!" said the guest laughingly.

"I am a Little Russian from the city of Kanyev." "And have you been here long ?" "I lived in the city about a month, and I came to your factory about a month ago.

I found some good people, your son and a few others.