'I have drunk the bitch; it was wrong,' he repeated, evidently vexed but pretending not to care.
Olenin was surprised by the boys' behavior towards the old hunter, but was still more struck by the expressive, intelligent face and the powerful build of the man whom they called Daddy Eroshka.
'Here Daddy, here Cossack!' he called.

'Come here!' The old man looked into the window and stopped.
'Good evening, good man,' he said, lifting his little cap off his cropped head.
'Good evening, good man,' replied Olenin.

'What is it the youngsters are shouting at you ?' Daddy Eroshka came up to the window.

'Why, they're teasing the old man.
No matter, I like it.

Let them joke about their old daddy,' he said with those firm musical intonations with which old and venerable people speak.