The girl, not turning her head and swinging her arms regularly and vigorously, passed the window with the peculiarly smart and bold gait of a Cossack woman and only turned her dark shaded eyes slowly towards the old man.
'Love me and you'll be happy,' shouted Eroshka, winking, and he looked questioningly at the cadet.
'I'm a fine fellow, I'm a wag!' he added.

'She's a regular queen, that girl.

Eh ?' 'She is lovely,' said Olenin.

'Call her here!' 'No, no,' said the old man.

'For that one a match is being arranged with Lukashka, Luke, a fine Cossack, a brave, who killed an abrek the other day.