"Worldly Russians" they say.

But as for me, though you are a soldier you are still a man, and have a soul in you.

Isn't that right?
Elias Mosevich was a soldier, yet what a treasure of a man he was! Isn't that so, my dear fellow?
That's why our people don't like me; but I don't care! I'm a merry fellow, and I like everybody.

I'm Eroshka; yes, my dear fellow.' And the old Cossack patted the young man affectionately on the shoulder..