'Are you an army commander ?' he added.
'No, I am a cadet.

But where did you kill those pheasants ?' asked Olenin.
'I dispatched these three hens in the forest,' answered the old man, turning his broad back towards the window to show the hen pheasants which were hanging with their heads tucked into his belt and staining his coat with blood.

'Haven't you seen any ?' he asked.

'Take a brace if you like! Here you are,' and he handed two of the pheasants in at the window.

'Are you a sportsman yourself ?' he asked.
'I am.